love your city

such great heights
November 24, 2011, 00:58
Filed under: floetry

and yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
that appeared once, still wet 
as shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
and, touched, coddled, began to live
in spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“we are, ” they said, even as their pages
were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
licked away their letters. so much more durable
than we are, whose frail warmth
cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
i imagine the earth when I am no more:
nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

c. milosz, and yet the books


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Do you know where this bookshop is? I feel like it’s a place in Berlin that I’ve been to but it might just be wishful imagination taking me back there.

Comment by Claire

i wish i could say i do. i found the picture randomly online (read: searching images of beautiful men reading), but for the sake of nostalgic time travel, let’s say berlin.

Comment by darinka

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