summer again
Posted on Jun 21st, 2008
by 
Laura
Laura
Summer Again
I step out into the snow, my eyes shut,
But the light knows how to pass
My porous lids and I can tell
That in my words it's again the snow
That swirls and clumps and shreds.
Snow:
A letter found and unfolded,
Its ink has blanched and in the signs
Is visible the clumsiness of the mind
That only manages to tangle the bright shadows.
We try to read it, we wonder
Who in our memory is thinking of us,
Except that it's summer again, and we can see
The leaves beneath the flakes, and the heat
Rising like mist from the absent soil.
--Yves Bonnefoy
I step out into the snow, my eyes shut,
But the light knows how to pass
My porous lids and I can tell
That in my words it's again the snow
That swirls and clumps and shreds.
Snow:
A letter found and unfolded,
Its ink has blanched and in the signs
Is visible the clumsiness of the mind
That only manages to tangle the bright shadows.
We try to read it, we wonder
Who in our memory is thinking of us,
Except that it's summer again, and we can see
The leaves beneath the flakes, and the heat
Rising like mist from the absent soil.
--Yves Bonnefoy
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memory
August 2008 
Wonderful, Laura, and the photo - so, so beautiful.
Thank you! I like how the pond showed me its layers.