Awakenings

One day we’ll look back on it ... the time of the sun
when light fell on the smallest twig
on the old woman the astonished girl
when it washed with colour everything it touched
Followed the galloping horse and eased when he did

that unforgettable time on earth
when if we dropped something it made a noise
and like connoisseurs we took in the world
our ears caught every nuance of air
and we knew our friends by their footsteps

time we walked out to gather flowers or stones
that time we could never catch hold of a cloud

and it’s all our hands can master now.

(“Le regret de la terre”, version by Peter Sirr)

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The rain falls and collects in pools and makes
Our grave old planet shine. 

I love that line by Supervielle.

And this by Anselm Hollo (not read):

Carried by silver and star and reflection.