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The Sabbath

Nomi Stone


Today do nothing as

you usually do. Time is pooling

open. No sorrow in this blue

breathing air. Do not touch


the light; do not brush your hair;

do not even speak


of what binds you in the week.

You have come here to

learn to be like us, or

not. For now we each inhale our sweet


share of sky. We will not release it until







The above poem is an excerpt from Stranger's Notebook (Northwestern University Press, 2008). For more information, please see


A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure. - Henry David Thoreau


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