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  • Mary Jo
    I m at the age now where relatives and friends are dying quite regularly, but it s the questionable deaths that have always troubled me. Deaths none the less.
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 31, 2004
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      I'm at the age now where relatives and friends are dying quite
      regularly, but it's the questionable deaths that have always troubled
      me. Deaths none the less. My husband regularly reads this list. This
      is for him, his dead brother and myself. I never really got to know
      my young brother-in-law. We kept our boundaries intact even though we
      really didn't have to. He died one day before his 21st birthday. The
      three of us used to go camping and fishing together.

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      A broken moon on the cold water,
      And wild geese crying high overhead,
      The smoke of the campfire rises
      Toward the geometry of heaven --
      Points of light in the infinite blackness.
      I watch across the narrow inlet
      Your dark figure comes and goes before the fire.
      A loon cries out on the night bound lake.
      Then all the world is silent with the
      Silence of autumn waiting for
      The coming of winter. I enter
      The ring of firelight, bringing to you
      A string of trout for our dinner.
      As we eat by the whispering lake,
      I say, "Many years form now we will
      Remember this night and talk of it."
      Many years have gone by since then, and
      Many years again. I remember
      That night as though it was last night,
      But you have been dead for thirty years.

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      The order of the universe
      Is only a reflection
      Of the human will and reason.
      All being is contingent,
      No being is self-subsistent.
      All objects are moved by others.
      No object moves itself.
      All beings are caused by others.
      No being is its own cause.
      There is no perfect being.
      Being has no economy.
      Entities are multiplied
      Without necessity. They
      Have no sufficient reason.
      The only order of nature
      Is the orderly relation
      Of one person to another.
      Non-personal relations
      Are by nature chaotic.
      Personal relations are
      The pattern through which we see
      Nature as systematic.
      Homer, and all sensible
      Men since, have told us again
      And again, the universe —
      The great principles and forces
      That move the world — have order
      Only as a reflection
      Of the courage, loyalty,
      Love, and honesty of men.
      By themselves they are cruel
      And utterly frivolous.
      The man who yields to them goes mad,
      Kills his child, his wife or friend
      And dies in the bloody dust,
      Having destroyed the treasured
      Labor of other men's hands.
      He who outwits them survives
      To grow old in his own home.

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      Bright in the East
      The morrow pure and pale
      This hour, this is our last hourglass.
      The parting forever of lovers
      Is a double suicide
      Of the consciousness.

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      All This to Pass never to Be Again

      We feed the blue jays
      Peanuts from our hands.
      As the sun sets, the quarter moon
      Shows pale as snow in the orange sky.
      While we eat our high cuisine,
      The moon, deep in the sky
      Moves again in the pool,
      And makes it deep as the sky
      Where Scorpio moves with it,
      Past the South. the crossroads
      Of heaven glimmer with billions
      Of worlds. The night cools.
      We go indoors and talk
      Of the wisdom and the
      Insoluble problems of India.
      Late in the night,
      After the moon is down,
      Coyotes sing on the hills.
      How easy it is to put together
      A poem of life lived
      Simply and beautifully,
      how steadily, as the age grows old,
      The opportunity to do so narrows.

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      Late half moon
      high over head.
      Shaka merges with Tara.
      The dark bride possesses her lover.
      Two moaning owls fly from the
      Pine to the cypress
      The largest telescope
      Reveals more nebulae
      Outside our galaxy
      Than stars within it --
      There are more cells
      In a single brain.
      The sands of all the seas
      Have a number.
      The red shift --
      The mortal soul
      In its immortal body.
      Light tires and wears out,
      Travelling through space.
      The owls mate
      In the moonfilled dawn.

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      Poems by Kenneth Rexroth
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