My Crow

A crow flew into the tree outside my window.

It was not Ted Hughe’s crow, or Galway’s crow.

Or Frost’s, Pasternak’s, or Lorca’s crow.

Or one of Homer’s crows, stuffed with gore,

after the battle. This was just a crow.

That never fit in anywhere in its life,

or did anything worth mentioning.

It sat there on the branch for a few minutes.

Then picked up and flew beautifully

out of my life.

~Raymond Carver

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Line

There are so many lines, millons of lines, but only one of them is deadly and that is the straight line drawn with a ruler. The danger of the straight line cannot be compared with the danger of organic lines described by snakes, for instance. The straight line is completely alien to mankind, to life, to all of creation.

~ Friedensreich Hundertwasser