Pages

Monday, October 21, 2013

picking up handfuls of birds




“Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!”

Allen Ginsberg




I Would Like to Describe

by Zbigniew Herbert

I would like to describe the simplest emotion
joy or sadness
but not as others do
reaching for shafts of rain or sun
I would like to describe a light
which is being born in me
but I know it does not resemble
any star
for it is not so bright
not so pure
and is uncertain
I would like to describe courage
without dragging behind me a dusty lion
and also anxiety
without shaking a glass full of water
to put it another way
I would give all metaphors
in return for one word
drawn out of my breast like a rib
for one word
contained within the boundaries
of my skin
but apparently this is not possible
and just to say - I love
I run around like mad
picking up handfuls of birds
and my tenderness
which after all is not made of water
asks the water for a face
and anger
different from fire
borrows from it
a loquacious tongue
so is blurred
so is blurred
in me
what white-haired gentlemen
separated once and for all
and said
this is the subject
and this is the object
we fall asleep
with one hand under our head
and with the other in a mound of planets
our feet abandon us
and taste the earth
with their tiny roots
which next morning
we tear out painfully





I, too, would like to describe my emotions, that uncertain light which goes on being born in me. But maybe this morning I'll let the leaves speak for me.

They seem like angels in some instances. The husks of what is left behind when one flies up. Leaf angels.




























No comments:

Post a Comment

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...