emmajane16.1775
Gift of matter
Among the dense darkness
the world was black: nothing.
When with a sudden jerk
straight shape, curve shape
he brings the flame to life.
Glass, oak, illuminated,
What joy of being they have,
in light, in lines, be
in living gloss and vein!
when the flame goes out,
fugitive realities,
that shape, that color,
They're running away.
Do they live here or in doubt?
a nostalgia slowly rises
not of the moon, not of love,
not infinity. Nostalgia
of a vase on a table.
by Pedro Salinas
~ Perpetuity ~ www.flickr.com/groups/perpetuity/, Envylicious (185, 197, 28) - Adulto
Gift of matter
Among the dense darkness
the world was black: nothing.
When with a sudden jerk
straight shape, curve shape
he brings the flame to life.
Glass, oak, illuminated,
What joy of being they have,
in light, in lines, be
in living gloss and vein!
when the flame goes out,
fugitive realities,
that shape, that color,
They're running away.
Do they live here or in doubt?
a nostalgia slowly rises
not of the moon, not of love,
not infinity. Nostalgia
of a vase on a table.
by Pedro Salinas
~ Perpetuity ~ www.flickr.com/groups/perpetuity/, Envylicious (185, 197, 28) - Adulto