Friday Poem

[intertext]

A bit late, technically Saturday, but never mind

Like Life Itself
Paul Kane

“Nulla riposa della vita come la vita.”
–Umberto Saba

From a table on the terrace the square
opens out in successive waves of attention.
The woman sits before a glass of wine
as if a talisman or offering
to the genius of the place.

She is not young.
but neither is she old enough to know
how rare these moments can become in time.
But for now, the scene in a wash of light
is more vivid than perception accounts for:
The flower cart with cascades of nosegays,
unhurried couples strolling or sitting near
the little brimming fountain of worn marble,
the pastel buildings wearing balconies,
all are like an unfolding revelation
in the heart.

At her ease, nothing could be
easier than this fall into being
or beauty or just life itself–from which there is
no rest but for moments like these in the square.

Comments

[lidocafe.livejournal.com]

Thank you--have you read much of his stuff, and is it all pretty good? Insomnia? Staying up late or getting up early?

[intertext.livejournal.com]

I found this one in an anthology, and responded to it because it reminded me of being in Paris.

And staying up late :)