not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, December 17, 2012

crow and the word crow


i called after it as though i were the bird;




crow, crow, crow, i cawed.





how it flew beyond the bounds of its word.



8 comments:

  1. oh erin you kill me this is unbearable

    HOW how can you and your gaze and the bird exist as one

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  2. and i forgot the trees! the trees are never to be forgotten. and there is the white, too

    tears

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  3. ,,,T. Leaf, T. Leaf,, T. Leaf....Merry Christmas...

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  4. Erin,
    The birds soar...And perhaps someday the words will do too...till then we have your eye...and i'm comforted by that...

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  5. It can't rain all the time... just like he said. Beautiful in fight.

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))