Is fada le fear furnaidhe
One who is waiting thinks the time long.
Gaelic proverb
Study Of Loneliness
Czeslaw Milosz
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert?
A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand?
Whoever he was. At dawn he saw furrowed mountains
The color of ashes, above the melting darkness,
Saturated with violet, breaking into fluid rouge,
Till they stood, immense, in the orange light.
Day after day. And, before he noticed, year after year.
For whom, he thought, that splendor? For me alone?
Yet it will be here long after I perish.
What is it in the eye of a lizard? Or when seen by a migrant bird?
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
And he knew there was no use crying out, for none of them would save him
[eom on blackberries...and probably Milosz as well!
NO!......more Milosz, please
and
blackberries.......they make powerfully grand wine
had some last nite...
..my mothers little secret
she already knows that we gather together for her cooking and her wine
and she smiles....she hides the best for Christmas.] |
