Thursday, August 28, 2014
The deer finally seem to understand the deliciousness of mowed meadow, and I have at last been able to get some through-the-window pictures with my new Samsung Galaxy camera that sort of looks like a phone, and has many annoying features, but does have a good zoom range. I have two groups of deer dropping by: a mature buck with two spike bucks, and a doe with two fawns. The little buck kept trying to get the older one to play, but he just scoffed him away.
Hope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
You cannot enter. But you're sure it's there.
Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.
Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
We think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist.
As if snatched up by the hands of thieves.
Czeslaw Milosz, from New and Collected Poems, Ecco, 2001, page 49. I believe this is the poet's own translation of one of his quite early poems, from a group titled The World. Many of these poems are destined for this blog.
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