I love them,
especially helping hands,
‘Don’t wait for the wind to blow you through the door,
If you need help, here is my hand, I said.’
( Moving In by Paul Engle, 1908-1991)
creating words to hold the soul.
‘..We live by no mind that is only reason,
For there are in us strengths older than thought –
Memory of moon-earthed seeds, the treason
Of spring in our hearts, old family-named corn lands –
Eternal in us as ancestral-wrought
Curve of our thigh and the gripped shape of hands.’
( Earth in our Blood by Paul Engle, 1908-1991)
This post is dedicated to Linda at The Task at Hand, and to all those bloggers who pursue the craft of the wordsmith.