Stone Honey Reading him is... «Selected Poems of Lawrence Durrell»
robot27 августа 2015Stone Honey Reading him is to refresh all nature, Where, newly elaborated, reality attends. The primal innocence in things confronting His eye as thoughtful, innocence as unstudied... One could almost say holy in the scientific sense. So while renewing nature he relives for us The simple things our inattention staled, Noting sagely how water can curl like hair, Its undisciplined recoil moving mountains Or drumming out geysers in the earth's crust, Or the reflex stroke which buries ancient cities.
But water was only one of the things Leonardo Was keen on, liked to sit down and draw. It would not stay still; and sitting there beside The plate of olives, the comb of stone honey, Which seemed so eternal in the scale of values, So philosophically immortal, he was touched By the sense of time's fragility, the semen of fate. The adventitious seconds, days or seasons, Though time stood still some drowsy afternoon, Became for him dense, gravid with futurity. Life was pitiless after all, advancing and recoiling Like the seas of the mind. The only purchase was This, deliberately to make the time to note: "The earth is budged from its position by the Meres weight of a little bird alighting on it."
Leonardo, Old Man with Water Studies, c. 1513
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