Inspired by a recent scientific discoveryPascal quailed at the scaleOf the solar systemThe 'terror of infinite spaces'(Reassuringly vague)How would he have feltIf he knew what we know?That the sun is just a grain of sandOn the massive beach of the GalaxyWhich itself is j
Dark fermented red
A couple whisper in the doorway
Before they go to bed
A fox stops in the arches
Glances at the moon and back
To the red eye of the signal
Hovering over the track
3.14 am 28 September 2015
This is my version of Eugenio Montale's celebrated poem 'Meriggiare pallido e assorto' (original Italian here) , first written in 1916.
The date is significant. Though the poem appears as an anti-idyll, nature poem, it's actually permeated by the carnage of World War I.
Midday torpor, pale a
At least startling to me.
Last night, while using a search function to find (unsuccessfully) a recent translation of Rilke poem, I stumbled across this sequence dated 5th May 1998.
This is starlling to me for many reasons. Firstly, I have no memory writing it. Many of the lines and theme re-em