a marvel to unfold,
a lament to vent,
a comment to pass
a tear to shed,
a smile to spread,
a song to sing
a lesson to teach,
an ear to hear,
a lament to vent,
a comment to pass
a tear to shed,
a smile to spread,
a song to sing
a lesson to teach,
an ear to hear,
but only to the one who is a seer a perceiver
a receiver , a reciprocater,
who has time, patience, ability , and feel
to reach at the real lying at the deep labyrinths ,
who can dive deep
who can fly high
who can see in the darkness
who can hear the silence
here is one such who has seen in a stone
what you and me miss as if it is dead, as if it is only a dead weight
Stone
BY CHARLES SIMIC
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.
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