SG (2nd October / London)

HOW I LOVE THE WORLD, THE AIR, ITS BREATH

How I love the world, the air, its breath!
the trees, the grass, the sun, those houses, the lovely streets,
the ever-changing moon, the ivy over the houses;
I like the saltiness of the sea, mad kidding about,
cups between friends, fir-trees in the wind
and all God's things, even the meanest,
and the trams that pass by, the window panes that shine,
backs hurriedly turned and lowered eyes,
the woman who perturbs you:
the world is there and seems to wait for you
to look it in the eye, for you to heed it
since it's always there but easy to forget,
to be distracted from it, to nod off…
But when evening's shadows come,
how the world calls out to you! how that sky
expands and comes upon you in its true
beauty without flaws or kinks in its reflections,
and then for your completion you change colour.

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Comments (10)

The golden bunches of paddy dance! ! With the muse of the Farmers. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Ever So Powerful And Moving! ! ! ! ! Very Heart Felt And Beautifully Sewn! ! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
A farmer's fate is largely determined by the climate. If the climate is favorable, he gets a good crop! If there is a spell of drought or intense rain, the cultivation, especially paddy will be damaged! So a farmer's occupation is almost like a gamble! A great poem on farming and farmers!
A great poem that gives recognition to farmers. It expresses in detail their living and.working conditions and shows the importance of their role in.society. A very informative write.10
Salute to farmers who put food on our tables. They deserve all our support. Thanks for sharing a poem about them.
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