Love the Wild Swan

"I hate my verses, every line, every word.

Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try

One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird

That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky.

Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch

One color, one glinting

Hash, of the splendor of things.

Unlucky hunter,

Oh bullets of wax,

The lion beauty, the wild-swan wings, the storm of the wings."

--This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.

Better bullets than yours would miss the white breast

Better mirrors than yours would crack in the flame.

Does it matter whether you hate your . . . self?

At least Love your eyes that can see, your mind that can

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

Love the wild swan.

Robinson Jeffers January 10, 1887 – January 20, 1962

Eco is from the Greek meaning 'house'

"Eco' ~ where does this prefix come from? Oh, from the Greek, οἶκος, meaning "house" where assemblages of plants and animals form a society of interdependent systems within a particular habitat . . . . or . . . . house. Yes. Music for the Earth House . . . . Metamorphosis from Philip Glass

passing through

You can feel the excitement of migrating birds now. Here are two Canadian Geese coming in at twilight across Braddock Bay, L. Ontario in early April. Hawks, raptors, songbirds, owls, ducks, swans . . . . April is their month. For more: Braddock Bay Raptor Research/Rochester, NY.