Quotes and Poems: Day 90

Quote:

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

― Oscar Wilde

Poem:

Clouds

BY CAROLYN FORCHÉ

A whip-poor-will brushed

her wing along the ground

a moment ago, fifty years

in the orchard where my father

kept pear and plum,

a decade of peach trees

and Antinovka's apples

whose seeds come

from Russia by ship

under clouds islanding

a window very past

where also went

the soul of my mother

in a boat with blossoming

sails like apple petals

in wind fifty years at once.