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| Poison and Wine |
A tiny little post from a no-time-man, where do the hours and minutes and seconds go when you need them most? I am only posting this because I am listening to this track and they are my new pop group of the moment. I should write something more profound or discombobulating I know but my fingers ache, my head says sleep and my body says I am all written out for the time being - but I have to muster tomorrow for lots of stuff to do and be done - sigh. I just have time to say, ‘In the wave-strike over unquiet stones’
In the wave-strike over unquiet stonesthe brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
magnetic voyager whose death flowers
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,
because in the weft of those unseen garments
of headlong water, and perpetual sand,
we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.
Pablo Neruda
