fair enough! Agreed! To be drunk on the magnificence of it all - we must! - the Linden tree in Riverside, the earnest humans running the NYC half marathon, and earlier - the sparrows chirping, pigeons cooing as I sit sipping tea at my third floor window facing west 77th - the street lights go out, color returns to the gingkoes lining the street below - and I feel drunk with gratitude for yet another day on this journey along the way.
Love it. Reminds me of Neruda's poem "Poetry ", "And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void." No need for wine, the stars will do it for me, the scent of roses, the feel of silk, the sound of wind rippling through leaves. And, yes, poetry, especially when, like Dickinson wrote, I physically feel as if the top of my head were taken off.
fair enough! Agreed! To be drunk on the magnificence of it all - we must! - the Linden tree in Riverside, the earnest humans running the NYC half marathon, and earlier - the sparrows chirping, pigeons cooing as I sit sipping tea at my third floor window facing west 77th - the street lights go out, color returns to the gingkoes lining the street below - and I feel drunk with gratitude for yet another day on this journey along the way.
Love it. Reminds me of Neruda's poem "Poetry ", "And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void." No need for wine, the stars will do it for me, the scent of roses, the feel of silk, the sound of wind rippling through leaves. And, yes, poetry, especially when, like Dickinson wrote, I physically feel as if the top of my head were taken off.