Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
I drink at it, but while I drink
I see the sandy bottom and detect
how shallow it is.
Its thin current glides away,
but eternity remains.
I would drink deeper;
fish in the sky whose bottom
is pebbly with stars.
– Henry David Thoreau –
Walden
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If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
– Pablo Neruda –
The Sea and the Bells
translated by William O’Daly
Si cada día
dentro de cada noche,
hay un pozo
donde la claridad está encerrada.
Hay que sentarse a la orilla
del pozo de la sombra
y pescar luz caída
con paciencia.
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Photo: Appalachian Stream
From: How to Take Care of a Stream, by Arthur J. Stewart,
reprinted in Appalachia Bare Online Magazine
