Spring rain (III)

Spring rain (II)

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

Spring rain (I)

On the threshing floor

And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight

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

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?

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)

Come and quench my thirst

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.

There is music, unheard by others, in my white space

And no dawn but a never-ending white day.

Your waters are deep.

I will show you the way to the ocean.

There is no use for language.

Come and quench my thirst for you.

Sunday mood with tulips

Status quo

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)

My red spring butterflies