Sitting in miniature cluttered backyard on mellow March 1st coming in like lamb. Yellow-gray pussy willow branch. A downy woodpecker, making a very confident "tock" for such a shrimp.
I look up and say the words vremeni and time (russian & english) a few times, slowly, under my breath. The branches are quiet & the light is soft & opalescent. It's nice not to be at work at this hour. I feel simultaneously like Proust & the madeleine. This is hard to explain. I mean I feel my mortal flesh pronouncing the words for "time", slowly, low & quiet, while that same time passes, slowly, low & quiet.
A sad feeling, something like Ecclesiastes.
I think, "this is something like a poetry reading".
3.01.2004
Labels:
Ecclesiastes,
emotion,
Mandelstam,
paradise,
poetic word2,
Russian poetry2,
time2
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