4th annual bloggers silent poetry reading
If Any Would For Me Build A True BierIf any would for me build a true bier
Bring my dumb ashes to a pleasant spot
And scatter them without despairing tear
About a young oak.
So by time forgot I shall be joyous in the strong oaks veins
And laugh from out his leaves to the blue sky
Rejoice in summer sun and winter rains
And knew perhaps a gentler ecstasy
Than this life gives. Birds frolic in the boughs
And breezes play.
And so seasons pass.
Lovers I know will come to kiss their vows
And lie awhile upon the whispering grass.
And then some who knew me may come here to give
A petal of the heart while yet to live.
Charles Erskine Scott Wood
1918
I first came into contact with one of
CES Woods books in the early 1980s
with Heavenly Discourse.
He was an incredible writer, artist
and, if you click on his name, you'll
see a few other things he had done
in his life.
The following is a spoken word by
John Trudell - Grafitti Man
