Kingston, Maxine Hong 1999

Tuesday, May 18, 1999

This well-deep outpouring is not for
anything. Yet we have to put into exact words
what we are given to see, hear, know.
Mother’s eyesight blurred; she saw trash
as flowers. “Oh. How very beautiful.”
She was lucky, seeing beauty, living
in beauty, whether or not it was there.

– Maxine Hong Kingston, “I Love A Broad Margin To My Life”

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