Like you I
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the sky blue
landscape of January days.
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the sky blue
landscape of January days.
And my blood boils up
and I laugh through eyes
that have known the buds of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
And that my veins don’t end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
little things,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.
~~ Roque Dalton ~~
Thanks; I needed something like this. Just went a few rounds with PG&E, & this helped…
🙂
gigoid
Oh no, so sorry Ned…hope your day gets better! 🙂
It’s fine now; the poem helped, & I played with the cat for a bit… plus, I got to rant at a bureaucrat, so, I’m better now…
Sadly, it’s something we all must deal with one time or another…
SIGH…
😉
Ned