Thursday, May 11, 2006

A new window

I am not—
opened or closed—
what you expected, o heart.
Or would you

without me have thought
to throw open
the flooding and roar,
to step through the lion’s gold pelt?
have thought that

the passionate glass is the body?
and this life, the one life you wanted?

meaning neither lacked,
nor desired,
but something else . . .
something closer
to how, when the two owl-lovers
begin their night singing
and all the black length of the woods
is held in those arms,
not one stone, not one leaf goes uncalling.
If I had been what you thought,

o heart,
how could the clear glass
flow as it does with mountains,
with jewel-colored, perishing fish?
flashing and falling,
the black-bright rain of beings and things?
Some recognizable, yours, but others—

too fleeting or large—
that cannot be spoken.
Though the one world touches the other

in every part, o heart,
in silence,
like new lovers taking their fill in the crowded dark.

*Jane Hirshfield*
(Pic; Pascal Beaudenon)


abhay k said...

Wow! What a beautiful window!

Mirvat said...

he captures the most beautiful pictures in lebanon..

Anonymous said...

Your are Excellent. And so is your site! Keep up the good work. Bookmarked.

Anonymous said...

Interesting website with a lot of resources and detailed explanations.

Anonymous said...

I love your website. It has a lot of great pictures and is very informative.

Anonymous said...

Very pretty design! Keep up the good work. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

Super color scheme, I like it! Keep up the good work. Thanks for sharing this wonderful site with us.

Anonymous said...

Hallo I absolutely adore your site. You have beautiful graphics I have ever seen.

Anonymous said...

Interesting site. Useful information. Bookmarked.