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	<title>Comments on: Jeanette Winterson on Writing &amp; Truth</title>
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		<title>By: kmjiang</title>
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		<description>The Word

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between &quot;green thread&quot;
and &quot;broccoli&quot; you find
that you have penciled &quot;sunlight.&quot;

Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning -- to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,

that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds

of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder

or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue

but today you get a telegram,
from the heart in exile
proclaiming that the kingdom

still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,

- to any one among them
who can find the time,
to sit out in the sun and listen.

~ Tony Hoagland</description>
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<p>Down near the bottom<br />
of the crossed-out list<br />
of things you have to do today,</p>
<p>between &#8220;green thread&#8221;<br />
and &#8220;broccoli&#8221; you find<br />
that you have penciled &#8220;sunlight.&#8221;</p>
<p>Resting on the page, the word<br />
is as beautiful, it touches you<br />
as if you had a friend</p>
<p>and sunlight were a present<br />
he had sent you from some place distant<br />
as this morning &#8212; to cheer you up,</p>
<p>and to remind you that,<br />
among your duties, pleasure<br />
is a thing,</p>
<p>that also needs accomplishing<br />
Do you remember?<br />
that time and light are kinds</p>
<p>of love, and love<br />
is no less practical<br />
than a coffee grinder</p>
<p>or a safe spare tire?<br />
Tomorrow you may be utterly<br />
without a clue</p>
<p>but today you get a telegram,<br />
from the heart in exile<br />
proclaiming that the kingdom</p>
<p>still exists,<br />
the king and queen alive,<br />
still speaking to their children,</p>
<p>- to any one among them<br />
who can find the time,<br />
to sit out in the sun and listen.</p>
<p>~ Tony Hoagland</p>
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