"But a paraplegic in my street
Whom they move together with his chair
From shade into sunlight, sunlight into shade,
Looks at a cat, a leaf, the chrome steel on an auto,
And mumbles to himself, 'Beau temps, beau temps'
Whom they move together with his chair
From shade into sunlight, sunlight into shade,
Looks at a cat, a leaf, the chrome steel on an auto,
And mumbles to himself, 'Beau temps, beau temps'
It is true. We have a beautiful time
As long as time is time at all."
Czeslaw Milosz from "A Mistake".
vivid words & a lovely photo
ReplyDeleteI find the words "beau temps, beau temps" come to me now in counterpoint, whenever I am at risk of succumbing to negativity
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