from Throughout Out Lands, by Czeslaw Milosz
"If I had to tell what the world is for me
I would take a hamster or a hedgehog or a mole
and place him in a theater seat one evening
and, bringing my ear close to his humid snout,
would listen to what he says about the spotlights,
sounds of the music, and movements of the dance."
Ahhh. I'm flooded once again with profiles of the unseen, faint shadows of the real, wondering how my hamster world expanded so rapidly to the performances of larger persons. Good section from a poem that will probably take me a long time to understand, written by a poet I will probably read and misunderstand and enjoy until I die. Did I say Ahhh? Can I say it again? Ahhh.
Posted by nickles at February 2, 2005 10:39 PMBob, I just wanted to say you've been kicking a!! and taking names on Covblogs comments lately. Like an industrious and thoughtful weed (perhaps a dandelion), you've been popping up everywhere. Keep it up. Though you're no longer with us in body, you 're with us in our thoughts (and prayers).
Posted by: Evan Donovan at February 3, 2005 04:48 PMBob, that's excellent. I really, really like that.
Posted by: Tuggy at February 3, 2005 05:10 PM