[Patience]
“I
still lack the patience to pass my time with flowers and to listen to music and
to look at paintings and read the Bible.” (Etty Hillesum, April 1942)
magical
handful of anemones
forget
me nots
vase
centred at the window
the
time it took to take
the
time to look
passes
already to chat meals books
ocean
of the great preludes
we
comprehend hands
as
seconds play over fast
and
rush away to themes
memory
is left alone with
in
the time remaining
pierce
of masterpiece
the
colours of shadows
are
momentary cheer
a
weekday afternoon spent
before
a genius image
that
won’t change anything
proverbs
eat into my skin
reading
them over
hearing
their hard edges
unbearable
miracles
their
pages close upon
as
the future is faced up to
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