Thursday, January 22, 2015

as lovely

"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."

- Jean-Paul Sartre

I love this thought. But oh, January in's hard on the soul. We've had rain on top of snow, and it warms, then freezes. Our neighbourhoods resemble ice rinks. Walking is treacherous.

Meanwhile, so much darkness, yet. There's a short interval in the afternoons where there's some decent light, but it doesn't last long.

So, I'm craving light, craving silence, too. An afternoon to sit and read poetry.

A poem like this one, to read over and over:

In Silence

by Thomas Merton

Be still.
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
To speak your

To the living walls.
Who are you?
Are you? Whose
Silence are you?

Who (be quiet)
Are you (as these stones
Are quiet). Do not
Think of what you are
Still less of
What you may one day be.
Be what you are (but who?) be
The unthinkable one
You do not know.

O be still, while
You are still alive,
And all things live around you
Speaking (I do not hear)
To your own being,
Speaking by the Unknown
That is in you and in themselves.

“I will try, like them
To be my own silence:
And this is difficult. The whole
World is secretly on fire. The stones
Burn, even the stones
They burn me. How can a man be still or
Listen to all things burning? How can he dare
To sit with them
When all their silence
Is on fire?”


  1. love that poem - what a question! If only those peppers could talk maybe they could answer :)

    1. They do seem a little on fire, don't they? xo

  2. I hear so many owls in the woods during the winter. I heard owls in the Merton poem. Weird? I loved it!

    1. Makes perfect sense....the Who part, I think :)


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