“The dancer...knows it takes Ten sacred years to learn one gesture Of the wind’s caress on the skin of water. Tonight, in the shadows of our dance, I tell my soul to grow quiet, Become lake, reflect unbroken moon. On… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share
“She turns to the man beside her, As if to say she understood how inside And outside the rooms of love The landscape was… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“She had known ever since she felt the miracle of his heart quickening in her, it would end the way it began: her arms… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“This must be the taste of Language— the tongue mapped by many colors, parsed by the vowels of memory, the roof of the mouth… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“The dancer...knows it takes Ten sacred years to learn one gesture Of the wind’s caress on the skin of water. Tonight, in the shadows of our dance, I tell my soul to grow quiet, Become lake, reflect unbroken moon. On the deepest part of the lake, A solitary fisher paddles his oars. At the shore, a woman in red sarong… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share
“There is a season to this ripening, the way sap of tree rises to fulfill fruit of the topmost branch, or the motion of… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“This is how I desire God on this island With you today: basic and blue As the sea that softens our feet with salt… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“This paper is a crane. When its wings unfold, The paper will be pure and empty.” — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“We have joined the trek of desert women, humped over from carrying our own oases in the claypots of our lives, gathering broken shards… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
