Unworldly love
that has no hope
of the world
and that
cannot change the world
to its delight--
The rain
falls upon the earth
and grass and flowers
come
perfectly
into form from its
liquid
clearness
But love is
unworldly
and nothing
comes of it but love
following
and falling endlessly
from
her thoughts
2) Passages from “Nettles” by Alice Munro:
"Stooping, butting his head through the weeds and against the wind, Mike got around in front of me, all the time holding on to my arm. Then he faced me, with his body between me and the storm. That made as much difference as a toothpick might have done. He said something, right into my face, but I could not hear him. He was shouting, but not a sound from him could reach me. He had hold of both my arms now, he worked his hands down to my wrists and held them tight. He pulled me down—both of us staggering, the moment we tried to make any change of position—so that we were crouched close to the ground. So close together that we could not look at each other—we could only look down, at the miniature rivers already breaking up the earth around our feet, and the crushed plants and our soaked shoes. And even this had to be seen through the waterfall that was running down our faces."
"Well. It would be the same old thing, if we ever met again. Or if we didn’t. Love that was not usable, that knew its place. (Some would say not real, because it would never risk getting its neck wrung, or turning into a bad joke, or sadly wearing out.) Not risking a thing yet staying alive as a sweet trickle, an underground resource. With the weight of this new stillness on it, this seal."
3) From “Buckets of Rain” by Bob Dylan:
Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
You got all the love, honey baby, I can stand.
