the sky at sunset last nightDuring moments of waiting in the day, I had learned more about translating poetry by rereading my own first attempts with online translators and by coming across a different poem yesterday that had been beautifully translated by someone else.This is my own newest translation of yesterday’s poem by May Ziadeh…… Continue reading Breakfast and a Poem
I will sit in the sun awhile in the warmth of it even if I am indoors. But I also enjoy a good storm. There is movement I crave in those too.And this was my moment of sun… and last sip. I was still warmed by the sun a good while afterwards. Last Sip of Tea…… Continue reading Being in the Sun…And Yet
The sun hadn’t blinded me it lights up what I already loved clear in the pitch black too.
I am reflecting on something spiritual I read: The sun burns brightly; it can’t be stared at for long with its strong light; it is powerful, it can invite the moon. The glowing moon is gentle and sweet and can be lit up with the radiance of the sun.What would I be? I’d say the moon;…… Continue reading The Sun And The Moon