Feb 1, 2023
Giacomond by Quint Buchholz. :: (sometimes we have to hold up our own tightrope)
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I’ve no idea what my child is thinking.
Between two unknowns, I live my life. Between my mother’s hopes, older than I am by coming before me, and my child’s wishes, older than I am by outliving me. And what’s it like? Is it a door, and good-bye on either side? A window, and eternity on either side? Yes, and a little singing between two great rests.
~ Li-Young Lee ~ (Book of My Nights) Echoes of Panhala
