Purity

Amazing solitude.

Only me and my cigarette,

and this tiny dragonfly

painted in Moldavian monastery blue.



Nothing threatens me,

not even the sun.

The sky is an immense cloud

made of mother-of-pearl.

The lake is an immense cloud

made of mother-of-pearl.

I am the mermaid of the lake.

— I am an infinite melody

like the murmur of the rain.



And I am clean,

like the poem I'm writing.

by Nina Cassian

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Comments (4)

I don't have much to add after Daniel Brick's great commentary, except to say that I enjoyed Mr. Brick's back story on Goethe more than I enjoyed the poem itself. The poem strikes me as okay, but not amazing. Without the back story to give the poem heft, it's just... okay.
The first volume of the biography of Goethe by the contemporary English scholar Nicholas Boyle is called THE POETRY OF DESIRE; it covers his life up to age 41 in 1790. The second volume is called REVOLUTION AND RENUNCIATION, and it only covers 13 years until age 54. In those years of explosive political upheaval, Goethe was reassessing his life, ultimately rejecting the life of pervasive desire, which had nourished him body and soul from youth to early middle age, and replacing desire with a heightened awareness of friendship, fidelity and felicity. I hope my alliteration makes this sound attractive. It is so hard to give up our desires, but that is also the essential teaching of Buddhism, where desire is called attachment and the goal is freedom from attachments of all kinds. Goethe did not aspire to achieve that extreme of renunciation, and in fact struggled for the rest of his long life with the real presence of desires. That is probably the reason for the bittersweet notes of this poem and it's curious inability to either fully embrace or deny the pleasures of spring. Wisdom really complicates life. doesn't it? Oh, for a life of sensations, cried the very young John Keats. I'm with you on that one, John!
Goethe's poems while reading it is thought that the super genius thinker's thoughts came into words and poems an ordinary mind cannot go indepth of it. However the poem in its general essence and recitation felt very nice.
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