Seeing, in Three Pieces Somehow we must see through the shimmering cloth of daily life, its painted, evasive facings of what to eat, to wear? Which work matters? Is a bird more or less than a man?                * There have been people who helped the world. Named or not named. They weren't interested in what might matter, doubled over as they were with compassion. Laden branches, bright rivers.                * When a bulb burns out we just change it-- it's not the bulb we love; it's the light. (for Joseph Campbell) The Poetry of Kate Knapp Johnson The Language Exchange The Campbell Corner Home Page