~ after Hugo Simberg, “On the Stream of Life” (1896)
If only it were like this: a craft
filled with words and books, the tiller
almost an afterthought. Going
where the water will take you
in the way that most thoughts meander—
through leafless trees, past distant
towns, farther into the unpunctuated
countryside of your solitude.
I have been reading this blog for 5 years. All of it is great. This poem I adore. Thank you.
This lovely poem moved me too. Thank you Luisa..