Poems inspired by staring out of the window and wondering.
The first poem is rhythm and rhyme. I’ve been having migraines and they make the lines take that form. The second was written a few days ago, watching an elanion blanc swooping down into the long meadow grass.
If there’s an audio with this post, I’d rather you didn’t listen to it. I didn’t approve it and I don’t approve, ever.
An uncertain future
If I should leave, from the window she leaned,
asked the wind and the swallows in flight,
would anyone grieve, in the wind and bright passing,
in the rain and the cloudy light?
If I took the train and the songs of the birds
and the dance of the spring’s wild hare,
would the meadows remember, the wild rose hedge,
would the fox or the nightingale care?
If you leave just a nest in a hedge unplundered,
a tree where the oriole calls,
that’s all that counts, said the swallows, the wind,
that you cared, when the dark night falls.
Field mouse
This light turns and twists
the white-feathered hawk
into silver-foiled death
and sheltering grass blades have no bite.
Perhaps it is better not to know
what hangs above
in pitiless snowy splendour.
J'ai surtout aimé le premier.
Parfois, je regarde à travers la fenêtre pour me convaincre de quelque chose qui devrait sans doute demeurer indistinct. C'est une contemplation étrange, à la fois troublante et profondément apaisante.
Uncertain Future ... wow! Such beautiful language.