The Little Lives Of Earth And Form
by Philip Larkin
The little lives of earth and form,
Of finding food, and keeping warm,
Are not like ours, and yet
A kinship lingers nonetheless:
We hanker for the homeliness
Of den, and hole, and set.And this identity we feel
– Perhaps not right, perhaps not real –
Will link us constantly;
I see the rock, the clay, the chalk,
The flattened grass, the swaying stalk,
And it is you I see.
Poezie de sambata
februarie 27, 2010 de adinab
Hmmm! Un fel de revers al antropomorfizarii?! O intoarcere la inceputuri, in sensul de ADN-ul comun?! Sau o invocare subtila a sufletului existent in fiecare fiinta, in sensul jainismului?! Am citit-o de peste 10 ori, o pot traduce, dar mi se sustrage, cumva, intelegerii.
@catalina – Pentru mine cred ca sensul al treilea e cel mai apropiat de ce-am citit, dar e fain cand se inmultesc interpretarile posibile.