I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains...
These words have been a happy little echo in mind for days! This is the magic of poems for me. Words that leave a lasting mark and enter your thoughts at timely moments. Just like a song.
From We Have Lost Even:
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin between my hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Mother and Child and Four Sketches of the Right Hand
Pablo Picasso
Pablo Picasso
This is my favorite one of all.
The Light Wraps You
The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twilight
that revolves around you.
Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the day.
A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and pallid people,
your newly born, takes nourishment.
Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness.
"Pure heir of the day", "great roots of night", "the things that hide in you come out again", "so rich in life that its flowers perish"...these words will recite themselves to me time and again.
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