Heads up though
Seeing such impossible
Flowers spring up everywhere
May not always tend
To elate one
Let alone
Make one feel as they say
In the pink but oh
Such mixed blessings
Should they not
Then give one pause
To think?
To think indeed; and even better, to enjoy the pleasures that go beyond thought.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, one of springtime's pleasures is seeing their nodding little sweptback faces poking up through incredibly tight openings between rocks; one of Ritsos’ Eighteen Short Songs of the Bitter Motherland –set to music by Mikis Theodorakis—is one titled “Conversations with a Flower (Cyclamen)” sung here in 1985 by Greek students studying in Moscow.
ReplyDeleteHere’s the original Greek:
Κυκλαδινό κυκλάμινο
στου βράχου τη σχισμάδα
πού βρήκες χρώματα κι ανθείς
πού μίσχο και σαλεύεις
Μέσα στο βράχο σύναξα
το γαίμα στάλα στάλα
μαντήλι ρόδινο έπλεξα
κι ήλιο μαζεύω τώρα
Here's the correct YouTube link:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk1dm_vNtSo
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