Thursday, 15 May 2014
Day 664: Dazzle of the Day
It's May and the days are dazzling alright. Pablo Neruda captures the newfound sense of joy here.
Dazzle of the Day - Pablo Neruda
Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.
Not one single tear.
Hour by hour, green is beginning,
the essential season, leaf by leaf,
until, by spring’s name, we are summoned
to take part in its joy.
How wonderful, its eternal openness,
clean air, the promise of flower,
the full moon leaving
its calling card in the foliage,
men and women trailing from the beach
with a wet basket of shifting silver.
Like love, like a medal,
I welcome it,
I take it all in,
from south, from north, from violins,
from newly liberated air,
machines smelling of mystery,
everything I need:
orange blossoms, string,
grapes like topazes,
the whiff of waves.
I gather it up
I dry my shirt in the wind,
and my opened heart.
The sky falls
From my glass,