Monday, January 27, 2014

Distances. Philippe Jacottet

 
Distances
 
Swifts turn in the heights of the air;
higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.
 
We live in a world of motion and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and working,
servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.
 
~ Philippe Jaccottet ~
 
(The Selected Poems of Philippe Jaccottet, translated by Derek Mahon)

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