Saturday, April 10, 2010


Though lovely at times, it has been a brutal winter here on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, where I live. Record-breaking snowstorms, high winds, and relentless rain have brought down trees and other unstable structures, reminding us once again that we are always at the mercy of nature and that everything is impermanent. The memory of winter, however, is now in its own demise, as April unfolds, "breeding lilacs out of dead land, mixing memory with desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain." (T. S. Eliot, "The Waste Land")

It is a time for revival and regeneration, a time for taking new bearings and plotting the course for new growth, a time for answering the questions raised by the poet Mary Oliver after watching a swan stretch its wings and soar:

"And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?"

Mary Oliver, "The Swan"


  1. George, what a treat to discover "Transit Notes" I too love Mary Oliver....what is the name of that poem that goes something like "and what did you notice today?" Also Stanley Kunitz...Love that one too and particularly the last line(?) 'I am not done with my changes' Best of allI am excited to follow your blog and if I can figure out how to do it....I will try to post mine..I started last will get the gist of it, but I am not sure if it is set up correctly for friends to follow. It is called Easton cheerio, ritze

  2. George, Perhaps we should replace all of the politicians with poets, musicians and artists. What sweet chaos we would enjoy. Joe