20 July, 2008

and so it goes, we never knows.

photo by Mohamed Farouk

Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?

How many times the sunrise was
there, behind a mountain!

How many times the brilliant cloud piling up far off
was already a golden body full of thunder!

This rose was poison.

That sword gave life.

I was thinking of a flowery meadow
at the end of a road,
and myself in the slough.

I was thinking of the greatness of what was human,
and found myself in the divine.


- Juan Ramón Jiménez -
[translated by Robert Bly]

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