Catherine and Vincent in the evening gloaming, standing together at lakeside

The evening mist rises from the lake and beside it, there are swans, a mated pair and their babies

"I don't want to go back," he said.

His valise was packed – each shirt folded reluctantly and laid within, a tattered, leather-bound book closed on a glowing goldfinch feather and tucked inside. He turned to the window. The evening mist was rising from the water.

"There's time yet, surely. And Catherine ... there are swans."




You Will Remember

You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.

~ Pablo Neruda ~


    Catherine and Vincent, his arm around her, standing lakeside at deepening sunset time

read by Catherine E

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Jeff D.         2/12/2012 12:09:29 PM
Such a beautiful poem. Thank you!

        2/12/2012 10:42:31 AM
Is there this much beauty and giftedness in all of fandom? I would have thought not but how wrong I'd be. This, The Poem(s) of the Day, is the reason for a WF.

Mini         2/11/2012 3:33:41 PM
Beautifully read. Thank you so much. Hugs

Michelle K.         2/11/2012 3:27:03 PM

Rosemarie S.         2/11/2012 1:37:27 PM
"That time was like never, and like always..." Love that line - beautiful reading - thank you, Catherine.

Rae         2/11/2012 8:42:12 AM
I am loving that poem.

Rusty/RedNightBird         2/11/2012 12:09:22 AM
each day these passages and images are more moving.... what a lovely celebration of their love! Thank-you!