Marie Bortolotto Art

One Line Poem
by Marie Bortolotto


yellow leaves raining down empty swings

The Meaning of Existence (2002)
by Les Murray

Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, planets, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.

Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom
of my talking mind.