Friday, 14 September 2012 @09:06
"I saw you in the rainy morning
from the window in the hotel room,
running down the gangplank to board the boat.
You were wearing your famous orange pants,
which are really apricot
and the boat rocked a little
as you stepped on its edge.
You were going to work
with your backpack and sketchbook
and your bushy gray hair
which bursts out in weather
like a steel wool bouquet.
That’s how my heart is, I thought –
It lies coiled up inside of me, asleep,
then springs up and shocks me
with all of its muchness".
How beautiful it is when life surprises us with unexpected, marvellous, overwhelming muchness, on simple rainy mornings.
Today's verses are from the anthology "The Best American Poetry 2008", Scribner.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.