#david wagoner

[apocryphics]

[sashayed]

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 in Traveling Light, 1999

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

"Lost" by David Wagoner

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.

[gravity-rainbow]

For everyone who needs this today—especially today, especially me—here is David Wagoner’s poem, ‘Lost’

[nordic-suns]

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.

"Lost" -David Wagoner

[shy-girl04]

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

[hiyutekivigil]

[imaginationstimulation]

Lost | by David Wagoner

from Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes behind 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 the Raven. No two branches are the same to the Wren. If what a tree or a branch does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.

[sunbleachedfragments]

[calyptapis]

David Wagoner, "Walking at Night"

[nsantand]

David Wagoner – O silêncio das estrelas

Certa noite, no deserto de Kalahari, quando / Laurens van der Post disse aos bosquímanos / Que não conseguia ouvir as estrelas / Cantando, eles não acreditaram. Eles o olharam, / Meio sorridentes. Examinaram seu rosto (...)

Certa noite, no deserto de Kalahari, quando Laurens van der Post1 disse aos bosquímanosQue não conseguia ouvir as estrelasCantando, eles não acreditaram. Eles o olharam,Meio sorridentes. Examinaram seu rostoPara ver se ele não estava brincando Ou enganando-os. Então dois daqueles homenzinhosQue nada plantam, que quase Nada têm para caçar, que vivemDe quase nada e não contam com ninguémAlém deles…

[theregencyreticule]

[bananadillpickle]

A quick watercolor experiment. I was listening to the On Being podcast and their episode with Pádraig Ó Tuama. In it, he read David Wagoner's poem, "Lost". Honestly? It was a random event for me, since I've followed that podcast but only listened to a bunch of their episodes. I stumbled upon this one, and for some reason decided it was worth the listen (it really was). This uneasy feeling of not knowing; of going blindly through life, is one that has accompanied me for as long as I can remember. Finding someone who had put it into words so beautifully was the most happenstance-ish moment of my year so far, so I was inspired to create this illustration and try–as best as my abilities could reach–to give it some justice. And now, here's the poem: 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

[johnesimpson]

Where in Your Time and Your Body

Janice Ian, William Stafford, Toshikazu Kawaguchi, et al.: 'Where in Your Time and Body'

[Video: Janice Ian performs “At Seventeen” on The Old Gray Whistle Test, a British music show broadcast back in the 1970s-80s. I included this song in a “Midweek Music Break” post some years ago about “haunting” music, and still think it deserves that descriptor.] From whiskey river (last stanza): Mother Talking in the Porch Swing Inside the river is there a river?— it could follow slow water…

[goldcoastsblog]

[divinelodia]

"What do I do when I am lost in the forest?" "Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes behind you are not lost. Whatever 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."