What can I tell you that you don't know <br />that will make you tremble again? <br /> <br />Forsythia <br />by the roadside, by <br />wet rocks, on the embankments <br />underplanted with hyacinth -- <br /> <br />For ten years I was happy. <br />You were there; in a sence, <br />you were always with me, the house, the garden <br />constrantly lit, <br />not with lights as we have in the sky <br />but with those emblems of light <br />which are more powerful, being <br />implicitly some earthly <br />thing transformed -- <br /> <br />And all of it vanished, <br />reabsorbed into impassive process. Then <br />what will we see by, <br />now that the yellow torches have become <br />green branches?<br /><br />Louise Gluck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cana/
