And here I am Sitting in a mizzle between two sunny spells My insides full of unspoken words Which stir and churn and seethe and swirl Am I sitting they make me stand Am I standing they make me fall And lying down they make me cry A broken-winged call. All too common, the need … Continue reading Scarcity
Of these westernmost lands My child Will you long remember Between soft folds of velvet green Paler, darker – oh winds’ fancies The silvery song of streams ? With every further step you take Towards shorter summer Its soflty spoken rhyme will fade Its call will sound thinner Yet in the deeper still waters … Continue reading Westernmost
On the other shore Clouds will be thinner heralds of fair weather Winds will disagree between mornings and eves Scattered around noon like dandelions glory And under loose suns men and women will go Their noses in the air but their hands in the depth Of so rich a soil as to make transient … Continue reading On the other shore
End of April. Plane trees - platanus hispanica - are now sailing along in the clear morning light. Horse chestnut-trees and paulownias have reached the peak of their beauty. The time of the euphorbia has passed. The time of the wisteria is drawing to an end. (Euphorbia near Pernety, purple wisteria in Rue des Thermopyles, … Continue reading Longing
There is blue in the sunbeams A libration in the trees' songs December is like a stream Cutting through slanting seasons Signs are laid for all to heed Time has come for me to leave On the cobbles where you flew Chased and torn and broken fell I am still looking for you Tender prey … Continue reading Parting song
waves in the morning rays in the night the light is shining through through your body brother time flows in circle and where it falls into Eternity you breathe again and rise early on its way age is coming so fades my memory still my heart waits brother still my heart waits in love
Moons come and go, and seasons pass Many men's lives, centuries fast Bright sunny days far above gleam But deep inside the mountain you dream Sat on treasures a-sparkling Moons come and go - what do you see In your long age of reverie Chests of jewels, glistening stones ? Or can you still feel … Continue reading To an old Worm (or Smaug’s Uncle).
Lurking in the darkness, waiting for its hour, Star of hatred and blade of wrath, hidden so deep The light of your conscience won't reach the secret shore On which the ripples die of its ominous sleep, Skulking and rumbling, sighing and snarling, the Curse Creeps up into your dreams, and to your soul adverse … Continue reading On the Nine-tailed Fox