To live In the world of straight lines Squared by a rectangle Softened by circles Is not the same As to sit By the fire And roast potatoes With random strokes In nature's forest And complete One's day In zig zag rhythm Of meditative Rendition Which rolls in Like the white thunder clouds That come A-knocking.
Irwin R. Shaw - May 13th 1982
To live
In the world of straight lines
Squared by a rectangle
Softened by circles
Is not the same
As to sit
By the fire
And roast potatoes
With random strokes
In nature's forest
And complete
One's day
In zig zag rhythm
Of meditative
Rendition
Which rolls in
Like the white thunder clouds
That come
A-knocking.