August 21, 2011

The Carousel (II)

Le Carrousel au Jardin du Luxembourg
by Jean Latour

It goes on and hurries to some end,
just circling and turning without a goal.
Flashes of red, of green, of grey whirl past,
solid shapes barely glimpsed.

Sometimes a smile comes toward us,
and, like a blessing, shines and is gone
in this dizzying parade with no destination.

New Poems

2 comments:

  1. all observation. no questions. no answers. being.

    xo
    erin

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  2. "dizzying parade with no destination"--life. And yes, erin, being.

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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!