Friday, July 07, 2006

For The Anniversary Of My Death

painting by Georges de La Tour(1593-1652) - Detail from The Penitent Magdelene (c.1640)

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

poem by W.S. Merwin

5 comments:

Rauf said...

Very touching Claudia.
I would be crossing that day too without knowing.

unowho said...

A coisa tá preta...Valha-nos o S. Ricardo!

unowho2 said...

E ainda bem que as velinhas estão acesas.

Claudia said...

Ganda frango!!! As velinhas não serviram para nada!

Trottiér said...

Le poem es very inspiring and tells u to live well like a pancake