Sunday, November 27, 2016
A Minute Meditation
The white blossoms of pear trees and the slashes of red earth in the grasses, the brown rivers high and roiling. The sky is the very blue of serenity, and the horizons are so far away as to exceed the reach of vision. But here, just here, is a small bird hopping.
-- N. Scott Momaday --
from Again the Far Morning: New and Selected Poems
This quotation is from the section of the book titled "Notebook." There are a number of entries in the section, some of which I recognize as related to poems in this book, but I don't recognize this one. However, it is one of those statements that cause me to read and pause and reread and reread again, but I am never sure why.
Is the bird simply a distraction or is Momaday making a point here, one which I'm missing?