To-day I think
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot's seed,
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,
Rhubarb or celery;
The smoke's smell, too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.
It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth."
- A poem called DIGGING.
Tags: scents gardening autumn smell soil digging odours
I handed my tools. The two of them reached down to help me out of the crater I'd dug. ''Isn't that a little deep?'' Yoda asked. ''It'll help the roots get established,'' I explained. ''Established where? China?
Laurie Halse AndersonTags: humor china garden digging
When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn't climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.
Criss JamiTags: pain learning writing deep-thoughts artists poet strength-through-adversity enjoyment digging scenery metaphorical unstoppable
One of the greatest evils is the foolishness of a good man. For the giving man to withhold helping someone in order to first assure personal fortification is not selfish, but to elude needless self-destruction; martyrdom is only practical when the thought is to die, else a good man faces the consequence of digging a hole from which he cannot escape, and truly helps no one in the long run.
Mike NortonTags: kindness pain man evil selfish addiction hurt good selfishness die foolishness sacrifice escape thanksgiving giving help recovery helping dig self-destruction digging fortification helping-hand seflessness
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
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