Marine Girls: Honey
Sunny Summer Day: Something in Your Eyes
The Subways: No Goodbyes
The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.
A red salamander
so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily
moves his delicate feet
and long tail. I hold
my hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute.
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.
A red salamander
so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily
moves his delicate feet
and long tail. I hold
my hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute.
(Denis Levertov: "Living")
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3 comments:
is that a Romanian train, the blue one? :) i've been reading your wonderful blog for a while, now i'm a bit surprised.
haha you're very observant! It is indeed. I'm half-Romanian and we went on a lovely trip this summer through the country - mostly Transilvania (Sibiu, Brasov, Sinaia, Sighisoara...). I spent my childhood in a little town around Mures so it was something of a nostalgia trip :)
lovely :) well, I'm Romanian, from Bucharest, but i love that part of the country, even if i've spent all my childhood near the sea, in Constantza.
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