“Bios is the limited life, characterized life, life that dies. Zoe is the life that endures; it is the thread that runs through bios-life and is not broken when the particular perishes.” (Lewis Hyde, The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property, 32).
Space and Time! Now I see it is true, what I guess’d at,
What I guess’d when I loaf’d on the grass,
What I guess’d when I lay alone in my bed,
And again as I walk’d the beach under the paling stars of the
Morning (Whitman Leaves of Grass 33:710)
Maria’s Garden**
I walk round stones, blue
morning with a brown wren, in
purple iris, sun.
(**Michelle Kells, Minneapolis, May 30,2010)
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