12 januari,2016 Snowflakes

A walk

By R.M Rilke

Translation Robert Bly

My eyes already touch the sunny hill

going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

it has its inner light,even from a distance-

and changes us,even if we do not reach it,

into something else,which hardly sensing it,

we already are; a gesture waves us on,

answering our own wave....

but what we feel is only the wind in our faces

1 january ,2016

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intend

To be lost that their loss is no disaster

Lose something every day,accept the fluster

Of lost door keys ,the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther,losing faster;

places,and names,and where it was you meant to travel

None of these will bring disaster

I lost my mothers watch.And look!my last ,or

next -to- last,of three loved houses went

The art of losing isn't hard to master

I lost two cities,lovely ones.And vaster,

some realms I owned,two rivers,a continent

I miss them,but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you( the joking voice,a gesture

I loved) I shan't have lied.Its evident

The art of losing isn't hard to master

Though it may look(write it !)like disaster

Elisabeth Bishop

29 December 2015. snow storm

La nuit n'est jamais complète

Ilya toujours puisque je le dis

Puisque je l'affirme

Au bout du chagrin une fenêtre ouverte

Une fenêtre éclairée

Ilya toujours un rêve qui veille

Désir à combler faim à satisfaire

Un cœur généreux

Une main tendue une main ouverte

Des yeux attentif

Une vie la vie à se partager

Paul Eluard

 

11,December 2015

            HOPE

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without words -

And never stops -at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale -is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little bird -

That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest lands -

And on the strangest sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity -

It asked a crumb - of me

Emily Dickinson 

7 december,2015

Make visible ,what,without you might perhaps never have been seen

Robert Bresson

Saterday,28 november,2015

"J'ai reconnu le bonheur au bruit qu'il a fait en partant"

Jacques Prévert

12,November ,leaving for Vermont

Eros can take many forms

Sometimes it can be slow,

subtle and indirect,

building quietly

without anyone even suspecting.

Sometimes it can come to you

John Donohue

Beauty