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Grass No. 27 - Two Quotes and a Poem

Grass No. 27 - Two Quotes and a Poem
By Hudson Gardner • Issue #27 • View online

Near Sun Valley Idaho
Near Sun Valley Idaho

The world does not deliver meaning to you. You have to make it meaningful…and decide what you want and need and must do. It’s a tough, unimaginably lonely and complicated way to be in the world. But that’s the deal: you have to live; you can’t live by slogans, dead ideas, clichés, or national flags. Finding an identity is easy. It’s the easy way out.
Zadie Smith
It is difficult to get the news from poems, but we die miserably every day for the lack of what is found there.
William Carlos Williams

Sorting Line
Was down in bottom field
By the old chestnut tree
Walking along with
A black plastic spool
Rolling up a fence
Sorting the line
So as not to tangle it
The line, though no longer hot
Was still somehow live
And shocked me a few times
Until it stopped
For a reason
I don’t know
I knew, or guessed
That grass had been thick
In summer on that hillside
Where I sat now in winter sun
Rolling the last of the line
Onto the spool
Now the line lay limp and dead
In my hand
All the length
That had been so long and varied
Lay neatly wound without character
And in the short grass nearby
I began to see the shape of the land
Of rocks jutting, bones of the earth
I’ve always figured
The shape of something
Comes gradually, through cutting away
What isn’t needed
But here on the hill
Everything was clear-cut
Not by me, but by the season
That laid the grass low
I had done nothing
But follow a line to its end
Where I had found another
That asked me, helped me
To go on
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