25 March 2024

Soon.

Hodgkin, Gull's Eggs in a Box, 1918


SPRING

The glass stems of the clouds are breaking
the gray flowers are caught up
and carried in silence to their invisible mountain
a hair of music is flying
over the line of cold lakes
from which our eyes were made
everything in the world has been lost and lost
but soon we will find it again
and understand what it told us when we loved it

W.S. Merwin

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