Rummaging through the bargain bin at a local second-hand book shop I came across a very cool book of poetry (A Book of Luminous Things by Czeslaw Milosz) for the princely price of $1.
And if the poetry were not good enough, the book is full of marginalia. Penciled in comments, underlines, arrows and exclamations from an unknown hand.

Two life lessons:

1. Always check the bargain bins.
2. Read more poetry (Here are my own offerings).

For less than the price of a buck, here are two poems from the book that lumined me.

Utterance

Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence

   -- W. S. Merwin

A Story.

A woman tells me
the story of a small wild bird,
beautiful on her window sill, dead three days.
How her daughter came suddenly running,
"It's moving, Mommy, he's alive."
And when she went, it was.
The emerald wing-feathers stirred, the throat
seemed to beat again with pulse.
Closer then, she saw how the true life lifted
under the wings. Turned her face
so her daughter would not see, though she would see.

-- Jane Hirshfield