These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Would you die for spring?





You knock
without knowing that you knocked. The door
opens on a century of clouds and centuries
of centuries of clouds. The bird sings
among the toyons in the spring’s diligence
of rain. And then what? Hand on your heart.
Would you die for spring? What would you die for?
Anything?

-Robert Hass from "Berkeley Eclogue" 

Image: Alasdair Wallace, A flock of birds, 1999