I'm actively reading:
- Chef by Jaspreet Singh
- Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (in preparation for rereading March for my online book club)
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.1The above is one of my favorite quotes. It's from Rainer Maire Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet.
These leaves are like the last greenI love hydrangeas (Hortensie in German, isn't that pretty?). Reading this I'm reminded of hydrangeas at the end of the summer.
in the paint pots—dried up, dull, and rough,
behind the flowered umbels2 whose blue
is not their own, but mirrored from afar.
They reflect it tear-stained, vaguely,
as if deep down they hoped to lose it;
and as with old blue writing paper
there’s yellow in them, violet and gray;
Washed out as on a child’s pinafore,
things that are finished with, no longer worn:
the way one feels a small life’s brevity.
But suddenly emotion seems to flare
In one of the umbels, and one sees
A moving blue as it takes joy in green. (171)