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
sunt foarte frumoase, iubita mea, imi place mai mult decat prima serie - in special prima si a treia sunt absolut superbe.
ReplyDeletesi ziceai ca nu mai ai imagini!!! stiam eu ca nu trebuie sa bag in seama prostiile tale haha :-P
această ploaie cade ca grația și vindecă rănile zilei al nostra ... aș vrea să mă plimb acolo și beau norii care-mi arăți ... these are beautiful in a way almost beyond words ... the world taking shape from primal water, reflected within us....
ReplyDelete:) nu mai aveam imagini, dar a venit ploaia si, cu ea, eu am redevenit curioasa. asa ca am iesit din casa, in curiozitatea mea.
ReplyDeletesi mie imi place mai mult aceasta serie, decat prima. poate pentru ca prefer albastrul verdelui. :)
cred insa ca a treia serie iti va placea si mai mult decat aceasta. :)
to be continued.
James, James...
ReplyDeleteyou came back. with your beautiful words and images.
I have always been intrigued and amazed by the way the sky is reflected in the water, or how the sky reflects itself and its beauties in the elements of the earth.
I assume it is always this way: one is reflected in the other.
periculos de aproape de shelley m-a dus albastrul,si imi vine sa imi umflu velele,ca sa descopar marea,si apoi sa imi creasca radacinile in aceasta mare albastra
ReplyDeleteimaginile mele nu vor fi nicicand suficient de bune pentru frumusetea pe care o descopar in tine, draga mea cerasela. cat ma bucura insa ca te citesc si apoi privesc diferit, mai bogata si mai buna.
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