In memory of Judy Popkin …
… on this, the 10th anniversary of her death.
We miss you, Judy!
… and we remember …
Sleeping In The Forest
by Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
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Thanks for sharing that lovely poem. 10 years…seasons unwitnessed. Here’s another poem I associate with Judy…
To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light,
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.
(Wendell Berry)
Thanks for adding that one to the mix, Alison … resonant in so many ways.