they’re in each other all along.
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves –
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drout will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.
Todo lo que quise yo,
tuve que dejarlo lejos,
siempre tengo que escaparme
y abandonar lo que quiero.
Yo soy el buque fantasma,
que no puedo anclar en puerto,
ando buscando refugio
en retratos y en espejos,
en cartas apolilladas
y en perfumados recuerdos.
I celebrate recent occurrences with three of my favourite poems.