Monday, July 25, 2016

Moon and Apple - Rolf Jacobsen



Moon and Apple


When the apple tree blooms,
the moon comes often like a blossom,
paler than any of them,
shining over the tree.

It is the ghost of the summer,
the white sister of the blossoms who returns
to drop in on us,
and radiate peace with her hands
so that you shouldn't feel too bad when the hard times come.
For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
on the star tree,
pale with luminous
ocean leaves.

by Rolf Jacobsen

(English version by Robert Bly)




5 comments:

Harlequin said...

Always good to read something interesting for the first time. Different orders of understanding?

Iulia Flame said...

Greetings Arlecchino. I became intrigued by the poetry of Rolf Jacobsen recently, and yes: he seems to reach for a different method of comprehending and expressing than would be typical.

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

Such a lilting read. Thank you. He's new to me.

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

Such a lilting read. Thank you. He's new to me.

Iulia Flame said...

You are welcome, Donna dear!

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