If I were to speak of my love,
I would return to the sweet elderflower brushing my nose tip in the summer, and to kiss-stains of pollen
If I were to speak — stop — listen :
do you hear how the cold salt water beckons us to turn back, repent ? Do you hear how the sea’s waves break with sorrow upon the shore ? It rends my heart to think of you, dear one, love of loves. It rends my heart, which rends the space — black as earth — between here and a [ ] God’s stars
we are not moderns, love, you and I, who guard the Romantics’ fervour (in spite), you and I who tend to tulips — and — the labdanum fastened in the garrigue, and wildflowers like cups to the rain. You, conviction, You, a vow. You with whom persuasion’s heels slip in the loose and dusty ground — deliverance of ‘yes,’ I give ‘yes.’
For what were we looking, my love ? A way to live, still ?
var LanguageMenu; var LanguageMenu_keys=[“ar”,”bg”,”ca”,”zh-CHS”,”zh-CHT”,”cs”,”da”,”nl”,”en”,”et”,”fi”,”fr”,”de”,”el”,”ht”,”he”,”hi”,”mww”,”hu”,”id”,”it”,”ja”,”tlh”,”ko”,”lv”,”lt”,”ms”,”mt”,”no”,”fa”,”pl”,”pt”,”ro”,”ru”,”sk”,”sl”,”es”,”sv”,”th”,”tr”,”uk”,”ur”,”vi”,”cy”]; var LanguageMenu_values=[“Arabic”,”Bulgarian”,”Catalan”,”Chinese Simplified”,”Chinese Traditional”,”Czech”,”Danish”,”Dutch”,”English”,”Estonian”,”Finnish”,”French”,”German”,”Greek”,”Haitian Creole”,”Hebrew”,”Hindi”,”Hmong Daw”,”Hungarian”,”Indonesian”,”Italian”,”Japanese”,”Klingon”,”Korean”,”Latvian”,”Lithuanian”,”Malay”,”Maltese”,”Norwegian”,”Persian”,”Polish”,”Portuguese”,”Romanian”,”Russian”,”Slovak”,”Slovenian”,”Spanish”,”Swedish”,”Thai”,”Turkish”,”Ukrainian”,”Urdu”,”Vietnamese”,”Welsh”]; var LanguageMenu_callback=function(){ }; var LanguageMenu_popupid=’__LanguageMenu_popup’;
var intervalId = setInterval(function () { if (MtPopUpList) { LanguageMenu = new MtPopUpList(); var langMenu = document.getElementById(LanguageMenu_popupid); var origLangDiv = document.createElement(“div”); origLangDiv.id = “OriginalLanguageDiv”; origLangDiv.innerHTML = “ORIGINAL: “; langMenu.appendChild(origLangDiv); LanguageMenu.Init(‘LanguageMenu’, LanguageMenu_keys, LanguageMenu_values, LanguageMenu_callback, LanguageMenu_popupid); window[“LanguageMenu”] = LanguageMenu; clearInterval(intervalId); } }, 1);
Related Blogposts
I go through the exit rituals of preparing the bed for the next visitor, leaving the notebook in the archive with the charming Mode, waiting on the staircase with other students who are terminating their stay. The process is long and demanding on my patience, but I talk with some…
It was before my birth it happened. Stardust floated in the everness, and somehow it was in my mother and it became part of me. Before I was me. As I grew up I sensed a light in me, and that it could connect to others. Peacefully. I thought that…