all night. And through
all weathers of the days of the year.
There is a consciousness
undefined.
Yesterday's twighlight, August
almost over, lasted, slowly changing,
until daybreak. Human sounds
were shut behind curtains.
No human saw the night in this garden,
sliding blue into morning.
Only the sightless trees,
without braincells, lived it
and wholly knew it.
--Denise Levertov.
Light slips into the room. the real thing. blurred objects become clearer, well-defined, as their shadows fall...things sometimes find their shape, their true form at last, even if only briefly-for a minute or so. nothing like right-seeing, by the first light of the day, even if your heart isn't true. then the colours. the grey slowly dissipating, lifting. the weight of the world returns. squares of yellow light gently slanting on white walls like the last remnants of a sad dream.
at night a bird in a tree dreams blindly of a star and remembers nothing of it when morning breaks. you, on the other hand, are still dreaming of green and orange stars at noon.
--Denise Levertov.
Light slips into the room. the real thing. blurred objects become clearer, well-defined, as their shadows fall...things sometimes find their shape, their true form at last, even if only briefly-for a minute or so. nothing like right-seeing, by the first light of the day, even if your heart isn't true. then the colours. the grey slowly dissipating, lifting. the weight of the world returns. squares of yellow light gently slanting on white walls like the last remnants of a sad dream.
at night a bird in a tree dreams blindly of a star and remembers nothing of it when morning breaks. you, on the other hand, are still dreaming of green and orange stars at noon.
2 comments:
if this "you" is you and not "me", the innocent reader of this blog, then may i say: what strange dreams you dream, b, who has ever seen green and orange stars (at noon, on top of that!)
but yes, away with those remnants of sad dreams - spring will be here soon, let's rejoice. weren't you the one always talking about simple undivided pleasures of life? :-)
err...what or who is an "innocent" reader? As opposed to what..a reader who is not innocent?
you've never seen orange or green stars. Really?
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