Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A sort of salvation

When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

--William Stafford


Here's the link to Daisy's piece: Le Pain at Clean Sheets!

Lucky duck -- Paris in the spring!

Top Graphic: Mushroom Girls


Erobintica said...

Hot buttered croissant! That was good.

Emerald said...

Fascinating piece! That quote by William Stafford just about took my breath away.