Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they're given wings.
from Birdsong translated by Coleman Barks.
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The last stanza ("They fall, and falling,/ they're given wings.") is also a wonderful way to understand the idea of taking risks -- in life, in career, etc., etc.
I don't mean crazy risks, but thoughtful, measured risks.
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The last stanza ("They fall, and falling,/ they're given wings.") is also a wonderful way to understand the idea of taking risks -- in life, in career, etc., etc.
I don't mean crazy risks, but thoughtful, measured risks.
It was not really meant to be an investing post, but I thought that too as I posted it.
This is one of my favorite poems. I had a brutal day yesterday, and I picked up my slim Birdsong volume. It is a collection of 50 quatrains.
It was a nice way to post something that required nothing but typing and clicking!
"It was not really meant to be an investing post, but I thought that too as I posted it."
That's one of the things that I like so much about your blog: it's so wonderfully eclectic -- and in the very best sense of that word.
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