Robert Hayden
1913-1980
"Those Winter Sundays"
Thank you for the love
I bow to the ground, kiss
the grass, July 26, 1995.
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Homemade Walking into the smell Haj Ross 4.I.99 Mistywood
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For the Anniversary of My Death Every year
without knowing it I have passed the day Then I will
no longer |
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1967 |
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W. S. Merwin In Mark Strand (ed.) Contemporary American Poets, American Poetry Since 1940, The World Publishing Company, New York (1969), p.226. |
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Ram Dass quotes Lin Yu Tang as saying: |
Western philosophers have always gone under the assumption that fact is something cut and dried. Precise, immobile, very convenient, and ready for examination. The Chinese deny this. The Chinese believe that a fact is something crawling and alive, a little furry and cool to the touch, that crawls down the back of your neck. |
From "The Yogas of the Bhagavad Gita," tape six, side B, Naropa Institute, Boulder, Colorado, June 1974. |