This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
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.
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.
- Το ποίημα είναι το This Morning του Raymond Carver.
- Οι πίνακες είναι του Δανού ζωγράφου Vilhelm Hammershøi.
- Οι φωτογραφίες είναι δικές μου.