Overnight, in France
What comes forth without making a sound
Pleases some part of us, rain at dawn
The perspiculum worm curling and uncurling
Pleases us, and the ice melt
Running blue from the glacier's tongue.
The peony - rose and pink - opens in the dawn
And only the moon sailing alone sees it.
Ivan Terestchenko
Photography and sculpture
Robert Bly
Hidden Things
Estero, A West Marin Quarterly
Vol I, Nr 2, Fall/Winter, 1992
Point Reyes Station, California
if we can but glimpse the moon that alone sees the peony we are pleased- I think.
ReplyDeleteOh, infallibly; and proper to be reminded. But the moon is so hardworking in its survey, so restless in its rounds, that one is only too glad sometimes to share in its discoveries - yes?
ReplyDeleteThey say there will be another year, by the way. If that's true, happy wishes to you, LA.