"Blessed are the ones who can understand what a treasure the stone has in it i present below one such a sensitive poet, ----my copy paste, may not be a waste , in hasteStoneBY CHARLES SIMICGo inside a stoneThat would be my way.Let somebody else become a doveOr 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 quietEven though a cow steps on it full weight,Even though a child throws it in a river;The stone sinks, slow, unperturbedTo the river bottomWhere the fishes come to knock on itAnd listen.I have seen sparks fly outWhen two stones are rubbed,So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;Perhaps there is a moon shiningFrom somewhere, as though behind a hill—Just enough light to make outThe strange writings, the star-chartsOn the inner walls."

Aug 29, 2012 at 03:22 am