Friday 28 May 2010

Spring rain (II)

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I always knew I loved the sky,
the way it seems solid and insubstantial at the same time;
the way it disappears above us
even as we pursue it in a climbing plane,
like wishes or answers to certain questions—always out of reach;
the way it embodies blue,
even when it is gray.


But I didn't know I loved the clouds,
those shaggy eyebrows glowering
over the face of the sun.
Perhaps I only love the strange shapes clouds can take,
as if they are sketches by an artist
who keeps changing her mind.
Perhaps I love their deceptive softness,
like a bosom I'd like to rest my head against
but never can.


Linda Pastan: Things I Didn't Know I Loved: After Nazim Hikmet


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Sunday 23 May 2010

On the threshing floor

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And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight


I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right


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But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?

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Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet


And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?


(Leonard Cohen: The Gypsy's Wife)

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Tuesday 18 May 2010

Come and quench my thirst

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Come, just come in this white balcony 
I have saved you the best place
It is everywhere, all around, just come
Wounded or happy, force me to accept the light of this day.

  

May is the month of tulips.
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There is music, unheard by others, in my white space


And no dawn but a never-ending white day.
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Your waters are deep.

I will show you the way to the ocean.
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There is no use for language.

Come and quench my thirst for you.

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Wednesday 12 May 2010

Tuesday 11 May 2010

They say



They say
Love grows
When the fear of death
Looms.
They say
Courage looms
When the fear
Of never loving again
Disappears
In the smell of the enemy
Who crushes us so much
We can only fight.

Love and courage grow together
When the flesh is rawest
And the spirit charged
And distorted within the nightmare
We see the possibility
Of a future.

(Ben Okri: They Say)

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