The Eternal Optimist: Closer

Fell in love with the song the moment I listened to it. :-)

Poetry Schmoetry

Observations by Arthur Lundkvist

I was another person yesterday, I will become yet another tomorrow. What I have seen I have forgotten, but it is still there somewhere in the attic.

The fear is not mine, I have only borrowed it as long as I need it.

This is the most common comic effect: someone throws himself with full forces against an open door.

Dreams that are born inside bottles amount to no more than ships that sail in bottles.

Clothes can be so light that they rise to the ceiling as soon as they are freed from their bodies.

At night the windows should stand open for Something that wants to go out or in. The horizon has turned over in the thickets of roses like a wagon, and the pines seem to stagger, as if very strong dwarfs wrestled with them.

The glances of the waiting fishermen's wives flatten out the waves, as if they were an iron for wrinkled water.

Scarecrows stand in Sunday suits, black as guests at a funeral in the midst of all the arriving city dwellers in garish rags. A man in a broad-brimmed black hat can scarcely be anything other than a preacher passing through. The negligent wife boils the fish so long that their eyes loosen like pearls.

No prayers help when lightning makes the window shade fly up with a snap. But somebody can open a book and enter into a wonderful garden.

What is repressed in dreams breaks out in reality and what the cuckoos write in May will fly on its own wings in September.

The Eternal Optimist

Monday, March 5, 2007

Closer

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