Desmond Painter. En wat as Czeslaw Milosz verkeerd was?

Czeslaw Milosz

Czeslaw Milosz

 

And Yet The Books – Czeslaw Milosz

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are, ” they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

 

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3 Kommentare op “Desmond Painter. En wat as Czeslaw Milosz verkeerd was?”

  1. Andries Bezuidenhout :

    Desmond, op hierdie noot kan ek Ivan Vladislavic se “The Loss Library” sterk aanbeveel.

  2. Desmond :

    Andries, ja, ek het dit aangeskaf en is so halfpad daardeur… Admin staan tans in my weg, maar ek sal hom klaar lees!

  3. Andries Bezuidenhout :
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