the pebble is a perfect creature equal to itself

Here is the original English translation (1968) of Zbigniew Herbert’s poem “Kamyk” by Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott: the pebble is a perfect creature equal to itself mindful of its limits filled exactly with a pebbly meaning with a scent that does not remind one of anything does not frighten anything away does not […]

a creation every moment

For Preservation is a Creation; and more, it is a continued Creation, and a creation every moment. From The Country Parson by George Herbert (1652 ed., chap. XXXIV) quoted in Gilead by Marilynne Robinson (111). Here are two other references to this theme by Robinson shortly afterward: There’s a mystery in the thought of the […]

she sinks to the bottom of surprise

Wit Stwosz: The Dormition of the Virgin Golden mantles ripple like tents before a storm a surge of hot purple lays chests and feet bare the cedar apostles raise their enormous heads a beard dark as an ax hovers over the heights The woodcarvers’ fingers bloom. A miracle eludes their grasp so they grasp at […]