Spring
... | not to stop the torrential flow of my life
not to attach me to live joyfully to pick what is offered to say goodbye to what is refused to go like a gushing spring |
... |
I took shape in the universe, and alighted here, on blue planet.
Have I been diverted by some misfortune, fooled by some illusion?
For in rest or in exaltation, emerge
other images, other feelings, other spaces, other impulses,
which bring to me the fugitive and moved perfumes of a remembered elsewhere.
I am seated astride here and elsewhere.
Everything here is stranger to me than elsewhere.
Here is submerged by clamours and amazements;
elsewhere is irrigated by friendship, scintillates from enthusiasm,
is shrouded in silence, and is patient ad infinitum.
Elsewhere and here are meeting in an intimate and secret haven.