Two lovers’ union — stronger than a bond
between a mother and her child. A man
is nothing but a wretched vagabond
till he is whole with his betrothed. What can
persuade a lover, worshiping his love,
to see the presence of another king?
No, neither found inadequacies of
a “perfect” love, nor quarrels, nor the sting
of jealousy that pierces the heart
will cause a man to doubt his love — but time
and time alone will feed its apple tart
to human soul, until—in truth sublime—
a quiet revelation takes the throne:
we’re born alone, and we depart alone.
Image: Charles Demuth. In Vaudeville: Woman and Man on Stage, 1917. Watercolor and graphite on wove paper, Overall: 8 x 10 in. (20.3 x 25.4 cm). BF601. Public Domain.
I’ve no weight, I’m a kite,
Fly me high, hold on tight,
Don’t let go of my hand,
Keep your feet on the ground,
Planet Earth’s small and round,
With its oceans and all,
Like a ball.
You are my universe,
Standing firmly, and bound
To the ground.
I am air, I am light,
I am day, I am night,
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?
Burning bright, burning clear,
From this world disappear
In the blink of an eye
You and I.
© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: Marc Chagall, The Promenade (La Promenade) 1917-18; displayed under Fair Use.
Cannot wait for a new season of “The Crown” coming out this fall.
It usually happens unexpectedly
You’d just like this all of a sudden see
The river…and the trees, and the girl
And the way she’s smiling…
It seems you’ve seen it all a thousand times
But this time you’re dumbfounded
How unimaginably beautiful is this girl
And these trees…this river
And the way she’s smiling…
This usually means
That you’ve been overtaken by love
–my translation of lines from a Russian-Soviet 1975 movie “One Hundred Days After Childhood” — to me the best coming-of-age movie ever made. I first watched it as a teenager, and now thirty+ years later I’m as moved by it as back then. Maybe more.
This movie’s a painting. A poem. A waltz.
It’s on Youtube with English subtitles.
Treat yourself to something wonderful.
translated by Josephine Balmer
It seems to me that man is equal to
that is, whoever sits opposite you
and, drawing nearer, savors, as
the sweetness of your voice
and the thrill of your laugh, which
have so stirred the heart
in my own breast, that whenever
sight of you, even if for a moment,
then my voice deserts me
and my tongue is struck silent, a del-
suddenly races underneath my skin,
my eyes see nothing, my ears
the whirling of a top
and sweat pours down me and a
trembling creeps over
my whole body, I am greener than
at such times I seem to be no more
a step away from death;
but all can be endured, since even a
[The last three lines are lost.]
that it’s so
plain that it’s
love that makes
the world go
(big flakes) and
I love you."
from Murdoch's letters