I’m finding it really difficult to write lately. Instead, I’ll offer some pictures and some words from others. Forgive me.
|Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.
|They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows.
The Scholars, W.B.Yeats
|It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.Rodan of Alexandria|
|A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost.Benjamin Franklin|
|The policeman buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; they take care of their feet and hands; they live on their feet and hands.
Psalm of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight, Carl Sandburg
|“And when you met, you found his eyes were always on your shoes,
As if they did the talking when he asked you for the news.”
Stafford’s Cabin, Edwin Arlington Robinson
|I look at the swaling sunset
And wish I could go also
Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.
I wish that I could go
Through the red doors where I could put off
My shame like shoes in the porch,
My pain like garments
And leave my flesh discarded lying
Then I would turn round,
|People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
Sorrow, Edna St. Vincent Millay