From Sixth Vertical Poetry
Borrowed from greatpoets
The bell is full of wind
though it does not ring.
The bird is full of flight
though it is still.
The sky is full of clouds
though it is alone.
The word is full of voice
though no one speaks it.
Everything is full of fleeing
though there are no roads.
Everything is fleeing
toward its presence.
-- Roberto Juarroz Translated from the Spanish by W. S. Merwin
This fills me with something but I'm not sure what. All I know is I can't stop reading it over and over.
The rain on the roof is the perfect accompaniment.
The bell is full of wind
though it does not ring.
The bird is full of flight
though it is still.
The sky is full of clouds
though it is alone.
The word is full of voice
though no one speaks it.
Everything is full of fleeing
though there are no roads.
Everything is fleeing
toward its presence.
-- Roberto Juarroz Translated from the Spanish by W. S. Merwin
This fills me with something but I'm not sure what. All I know is I can't stop reading it over and over.
The rain on the roof is the perfect accompaniment.