Monday, February 04, 2008

"Sometimes when a bird cries out..."


Sometimes, when a bird cries out,

Or the wind sweeps through a tree,

Or a dog howls in a far-off field

I hold still and listen a long time.
My world turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.
My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal and a cloud bank.

Then changed and odd it comes home
And asks me questions. What should I reply?

Herman Hesse
The Hesse poem sent in by Eleanor Tauber, long time contributer to the blog.
Photographs: Donna Browne





1 comment:

Karen Anne said...

Very, very nice.

Here's a quote from the comments section of a story where medical person in training saved a baby tiger(in, alas, a zoo) from choking on a piece of meat:

"Too many people in the world, and not enough tigers."

That about sums up our planet's life to me, hope we have some chance of fixing that.