Not the peace of a cease-fire
not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb,
but rather
as in the heart when the excitement is over
and you can talk only about a great weariness.
I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult.
And my son plays with a toy gun that knows
how to open and close its eyes and say Mama.
A peace
without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares,
without words, without
the thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
light, floating, like lazy white foam.
A little rest for the wounds - who speaks of healing?
(And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation
to the next, as in a relay race:
the baton never falls.)
Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.
You are very welcome, Love the colour when I look at it, my headache slowly disappears. Like Wildflowers multiply in my brain and the meadow sends me into a meditative state! Love Love Love!
Luna Rosa wrote:
What a lovely surprise! Thankyou very much Dawn. Nice image choice ycc, I haven't seen the movie but any story in which authoritarian Poms loose a cricket match to a rag-tag team of underdogs gets my vote;)
American Women
Luna Rosa wrote:
RC305
This is part of the Daily Random Colour Challenge
Saturday 28 May 2011, the colour is :
Like Wildflowers HEX: #F6EBBB
Luna Rosa
RC305
This is part of the Daily Random Colour Challenge
Saturday 28 May 2011, the colour is :
Like Wildflowers HEX: #F6EBBB
Wildpeace by Yehuda Amichai
Not the peace of a cease-fire
not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb,
but rather
as in the heart when the excitement is over
and you can talk only about a great weariness.
I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult.
And my son plays with a toy gun that knows
how to open and close its eyes and say Mama.
A peace
without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares,
without words, without
the thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
light, floating, like lazy white foam.
A little rest for the wounds - who speaks of healing?
(And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation
to the next, as in a relay race:
the baton never falls.)
Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.
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American Women
Luna Rosa wrote:
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