Alan Spence yet again
I don´t carry much stuff around,
I value my portability.
That´s the beginning of a song by Ani di Franco. I don´t like too much this particular song but I remembered these two lines because they apply to me.
When I packed to go to Cornell four months ago, I decided not to take with me a book I read once and again and again. It´s Alan Spence's Seasons of the Heart, a collection of 150 in seasonal order (starts in spring and ends in the New Year). I have regretted that because it is a very small book and I missed it. So, now that I´m at home and it´s with me here´s a sample. One for each season.
First warmth of spring
I feel as if
I have been asleep.
Don´t dart away so quick
little lizard
I didn´t mean to scare you.
An apple rotting
just where it fell
the smell of autumn
The winter beach -
children building
snowcastles.
I value my portability.
That´s the beginning of a song by Ani di Franco. I don´t like too much this particular song but I remembered these two lines because they apply to me.
When I packed to go to Cornell four months ago, I decided not to take with me a book I read once and again and again. It´s Alan Spence's Seasons of the Heart, a collection of 150 in seasonal order (starts in spring and ends in the New Year). I have regretted that because it is a very small book and I missed it. So, now that I´m at home and it´s with me here´s a sample. One for each season.
First warmth of spring
I feel as if
I have been asleep.
Don´t dart away so quick
little lizard
I didn´t mean to scare you.
An apple rotting
just where it fell
the smell of autumn
The winter beach -
children building
snowcastles.