light
Light is not easily perceived unless it falls on something. And much of the time the largest, most complex object visible outdoors will be a tree, or a mass of them—a wood, a forest. Therefore it is often when we look at trees that we actually see the beauty of a certain light.
A Bigger Message: Conversations with David Hockney (New York: Thames & Hudson, 2011), 110.
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
“Anthem,” The Future (Columbia, November, 1992).
In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
“In a Dark Time,” in The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Garden City, NY: Anchor Press, 1975), 231.
…and because the light will enlarge your days, your dreams at night will be as strange as the jars of octopus you saw once in a fisherman’s boat under the summer moon…
“Late Spring,” in A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry (New York: Harcourt Bracy & Company), 27.