Rilke

Julio Cortazar

THE HAPPY CHILD

That flash of happiness
twists in the air and settles
lightly on your hair like a petal
along with the breeze’s bees

Out of this airy happiness flows
the beauty where you go dancing
oh girl blind to the stirring
wings of a black rose

full moon scraps

to add to this online chapbook, some visuals - my artwork, my photos, my past moons

the first words

how odd to find myself going back to blogger, to blogging. But this will be a kind of chapbook - mainly of poems and scraps of writing that I like and want to keep in one place, so I don't have to trawl through my old blog, or worse, Fb to find that piece that connected to my heart.

And the first poem for this blog is one that I had to find by searching back through my old blog, textileseahorse, by one of my favourite poets - Rainer Maria Rilke.  

There is total silence. Upright in overgrown
paths stands the scent of bygone colour.
The sky holds back a long hard rain
The leaves climb stairways through the air.
                                                          Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Inner Sky poems, notes dreams by Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Damion Searls Godine NY 2010