'I'm reminded of a dear teacher I had in high school who refused to go on to the next poem in our antiquated textbook until we had all agreed on the same interpretive vision of each poem -- her vision.
'Wearily we raised our hands. Yes, yes, that poet was just about to jump off a cliff.
Onward!
'If we can offer each other a cognizance of mystery through the poems we share, isn't that a greater gift?
'Won't a sense of inevitable mystery underpinning our intricate lives serve us better than the notion that we will each be given a neat set of blanks to fill in -- always?'
– an excerpt from Lights in the Windows by Naomi Shihab Nye
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Lately I've spent far too much time with someone who always wanted to analyse and get at The Truth of absolutely everything. The above sentiments are SOOOOOOOOOO welcome!
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Saturday, May 03, 2008
Mystery
I saw this quoted on someone else's blog and liked it so much I wanted to claim it too:
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