letters from the heart

Mir-o-slav Holub,

We know everything
from A to Z.

Though sometimes the finger
is on the place between a and b,
empty as the prairie by night.

Between G and H,
deep as the Carpathian Lakes

...

sometimes it is
on the Galactic cool spot
after the letter Z,
on the beginning and the end,
and it shakes slightly
like a strange bird.

Not from hopelessness.

It's simply so.

"Unfortunately, we didn't have the volumes from R to Z-and the want of them shows in me to this day."
--Gunter Eich.

'You only love
when you love in vain'

There were words in my heart that I couldn't speak, that stood silently to attention like wooden soldiers on a shelf; others, unknown, like a language one dimly knew in childhood but that one's now grown out of, these are like the stumps of a tree, concentrated reminders of what might have been. Rings of time that never touch or overlap.Full of such empty places, unchartered territories,the silence between us, between our words, our letters even...all this seemed to be everything.

There are mountains, and mountain ranges, that don't belong anywhere, that spill out over and across the frontiers.This much we know, though knowing wasn't much after all.

~~~

Listening to the beautiful 'Preciso Aprender a Ser So'(Elis). Have no idea what it means, but it does sound wonderful even though the words escape me. The only videos for it are the cheesiest thing imaginable, or the slower MPB version.