https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/ursula-k-le-guin
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Years do odd things to identity.
What does it mean to say
I am that child in the photograph
at Kishamish in 1935?
Might as well say I am the shadow
of a leaf of the acacia tree
felled seventy years ago
moving on the page the child reads.
Might as well say I am the words she read
or the words I wrote in other years,
flicker of shade and sunlight
as the wind moves through the leaves.
There always were many places where you were not.
Now there are more.
But in the places where you were not
I knew that you were somewhere.
But now you are nowhere except in our minds.
And the world seems more empty to me
Without the familiar the beloved the long known
The whole world seems empty of you.
But maybe in the walled garden
I could catch you near the azaleas
Hear you singing in the distance
See your long slender body run to hide from me
But would I see your face?
Why have you abandoned me?
Why do you run from me and hi behind these old walls,?
Yes you are not here but I sense you from the corner of my eye I see you moving away running..
You’re a child again playing with me.
I almost hear you laugh now you are free of all your burdens and the pain.Ii may be happy for you leaving you in the world garden with the old bricks in the wall and the benches by the rosebed.
I see a shimmering light maybe it’s migraine
But I think it might be you teasing me.
Now the world is empty of you yet I’m still here.
You should be there or there or there but you are not.
You have gone
I nailed my i pad to the table as it kept moving; now it won’t work.
My wife has accidentally posted her inbox onto Blogger. Does it matter? We do all our banking online anyway.
I accidentally posted my Yahoo Sent Mail box onto a poetry website and it has won a prize for post-modern poetic discourse.
Can I catch a virus from the computer?Can it catch mine?
Shall I clean the keyboard with Jif ?
Can Sainsburys see me when I place an order on my Mac; I am wearing silk lingerie my boyfriend pinched from Harrod’s?Will they report me?
Can anybody start a blog?How do you stop it once it rolls away?
Why is it dangerous for me to use my photo as an avatar when it’s on the back of my novels and I’ve been interviewed on TV?
Is it the back-lighting from the computer or are computers intrinsically more sexual than real life?
How do I download a new letter A as mine broke when the dog scratched my keyboard and bit my foot.
Can God see what I write on my blog?
Do Catholics confess online now or is it better to throw a list of sins into the sea in a bottle instead?
Amazon told me I have saved £890 by using Prime for deliveries.How much have I actually spent? Roughly?.
Can the neighbours telI if I watch 67 shades of blue.[the love life of Picasso.]
Is Mossad watching me through my webcam and if so,can you tell them I am very shy? What is it? Mossad? Can it kill?
Why don’t Arabs use our alphabet?We use their al-gebra to make nuclear bombs
Low sun shines
Glistening holly leaves,ah
A wood pigeon passes
All the trees shiver
And the ends of shrubs waving
Makes me think,goodbye
Leaves like littls stars
Bare wood like burnt sienna
With its glowing orange tinge
Why are shadows long?
The sun blinds me in winter
Then it creates a moving image
Indifferent sun
Knows not of Middle East hell
But God remembers, suffers.
Criminal Jesu.
God descended to this world
He dies with victims
Why the torture
Fighting inevitable~But why such sadism?
Weep as the trees lean.
Sparrows shudder, remain.
Life is here again
How my heart sings 