Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Poetry Tuesday: "Lost" by David Wagoner



Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

--David Wagoner


31 comments:

blueviolet said...

What can be said but beautiful?

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I also think it beautiful, wonderful to read.

Yvonne,

Seams Inspired said...

Reflectively pulchritudinous ;o)

Thanks for sharing. Happy Tuesday! :o)

Mamma has spoken said...

Oh how I love how you find some of the most beautiful things to photo. So do you take the photo first and then find a passage to go with it or vice versa?

mskanorado said...

This is absolutely beautiful!!

mskanorado said...

This is absolutely beautiful!!

qandlequeen said...

Oh I like that one!

Hilary said...

Beautiful. I love this and the poem.

Laura Darling said...

Love that poem and the photos! Gorgeous!

Pat said...

I LOVE that poem! The photos are great, too!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Like something God would tell us.

floweringmama said...

Words from above. Just beautiful.

Madi and Mom said...

Hi BB boy if you wer in our neck of the woods today you'd be lost for sure. We had 1/10" of sleet and freezing rain to fall last night. Our neighborhood looks like an ice hockey rink.
Mom is staying home today for sure.
Hugs Madi and Mom

Baby Sister said...

That was just beautiful!!

Out on the prairie said...

Feel that spirit of your surroundings, many do not open up enough to realize simple beauties.

Shrinky said...

Ahhhh, thanks for reminding me to be still and grateful for all that I have!

Betty Manousos @ CUT AND DRY said...

Beautiful poem, Betty. Great images, too!

Be still and the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked...
Just a thought.

B xx

Brian said...

That is so beautiful! Looks like Counting Crows is in order too!

Cheeseboy said...

This poem was great, but strangely made me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe the author intended it to be that way? It's probably just me.

Ren- Lady Of The Arts said...

I love the idea that the forest answers- I have always felt that to be so true- around me now we have mountains and they too answer!

Jennifer Shirk said...

That was nice. I really enjoyed reading it. :)

Old Kitty said...

Oh BB!!! What a poem!! It's magical and just beautiful!! It transports me right in the eye of the forest and shows me how to really see the wood for the trees!!! Beautiful!!! Thank you! take care
x

Susan Gourley/Kelley said...

Very lovely. I enjoyed it on this snowy evening.

Ann said...

what a lovely poem and I really like that last picture.

Sarah said...

Well said, David. I don't suppose a GPS will help?

slommler said...

Beautiful poem!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Kazzy said...

I love that wherever I am is called Here. Beautiful.

Marlene said...

I feel so small when I look up at those trees. It works for problems too....they seem more insignificant in the light of everything else BIG. KWIM?

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

Ah, this takes me right into the redwoods. It's timely, as I'm moving to live amongst more of those beauties.
xoRobyn

faye said...

A wonderful poem to go with
your beautiful photos.

Pat Tillett said...

Great photo and poem!
thanks for both...