Coming And Going

In the afternoon, ascending
In the evening, in descending,
I want to tread the blue
Snow of Jacaranda.

Is blue afternoon, ahead?
Is that lilac night, behind me?
I want to tread the blue
Snow of Jacaranda.

If the sombre bird should sing,
Let its blue be that blue,
I want to tread the blue
Snow of Jacaranda.

If the blackbird warbles,
Let his warbling be lilac,
I want to tread the blue
Snow of Jacaranda.

Blue snow now on the way,
And lilac snow returning;
I want to tread the blue
Snow of Jacaranda.

(Note: Jacaranda is a tropical and sub-tropical genus
of shrubs and trees with blue/purple flowers)

by Rafael Alberti

Comments (3)

I feel like an old grouch saying this... but it didn't stir me. Maybe I am just having one of those days when I am just not receptive. It seems like he was trying for an uplifting gay and happy tone- but I could not achieve lift-off.
Thy scenery around is charming I'll be bound... wonderful lines...10
Nicely writen poem I like it so much