"Dust of Snow" by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

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crow at dawn Monday
wake up
the meditation retreat is over

Said the doctor to the patient

If it were up to me
the spot on your lung
wouldn't mean a thing

"Put out my eyes" by Rainer Marie Rilke

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.

From "Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke", edited and translated by Stephen Mitchell

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at midlife
bare branches against blue sky
the smell of pine needles