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This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
blue sky.

The sea was blue, and blue-green,

as far as the eye could see.
Scarcely a ripple. Calm.

I dressed and went
for a walk — determined not to return
until I took in what Nature had to offer.

I passed close to some old, bent-over trees.
Crossed a field strewn with rocks
where snow had drifted. Kept going
until I reached the bluff.

Where I gazed at the sea, and the sky, and
the gulls wheeling over the white beach
far below. All lovely. All bathed in a pure
cold light.

But, as usual, my thoughts
began to wander. I had to will
myself to see what I was seeing
and nothing else. I had to tell myself this is what
mattered, not the other. (And I did see it,
for a minute or two!)

For a minute or two
it crowded out the usual musings on
what was right, and what was wrong — duty,
tender memories, thoughts of death, how I should treat
with my former wife. All the things
I hoped would go away this morning.

The stuff I live with every day. What
I’ve trampled on in order to stay alive.
But for a minute or two I did forget
myself and everything else. I know I did.


For when I turned back i didn’t know
where I was. Until some birds rose up
from the gnarled trees. And flew
in the direction I needed to be going.

  • Το ποίημα είναι το This Morning του Raymond Carver.
  • Οι πίνακες είναι του Δανού ζωγράφου Vilhelm Hammershøi.
  • Οι φωτογραφίες είναι δικές μου.

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