This is beauty
A warm southerly
Like the breath of a lover
Leading me gently
To where I will go
Sweet air
Aniseed spiced
Fennel and chervil
Dandelion clocks
Shine between buttercups
Golden glowing
All along my going
Up to where skylarks
Whisper their prayers
In the cloisters of heaven
Echoing so clearly
in the so gentle quiet
Of a soft summer morning. #poetry
Well, this turned out to be one of the most devastating books I’ve ever read. ‘Song of Stars’ by Guus Luijters, trans. Marian de Vooght, is a beautifully written attempt to recuperate the memory of a Jewish girl from the Netherlands, murdered by the Nazis.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
The words
Held fast
For years
By the stones
Of my teeth
Erupted from
Bone,
Though the
Tongue may
Lash,
This cause
Was lost in
The shuddered
Breath that
Comes before
The storm of
Tears, and
Haunts what’s
Left of home.
To every person who has shown me kindness
To every person who has injured me
I will cherish and nurture the memory of you until the flame of my life is snuffed out of existence: Equally
For you have made me, and I can only hope for better or worse I enriched the making of you as well