Thursday, July 14, 2011

Grateful for @NanCola’s sharing of good shit like this…

From Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (translated by W.S. Merwin):

My words rained over you, stroking you.

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.

I go so far as to think that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,

dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want

to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.