This morning I woke up early and drove Tadzio to a horse stable on the outskirts of town. He shouted with delight as he spotted the horses in the early morning light. I left him there for an all day pony camp. I would like him to know the quiet carefulness of horses, the scratchy tickle of hay, and the one-eyed fierceness of barn cats.
It is not time that alters us, it is space: the forest that was low as a dark ribbon round the evening when we were children. And the water that came up to our feet.
Bo Carpelan (from In Dark, in Light Rooms, 1976, trans. by Keith Bosley)
The moon is like a clean, fragrant body. Sound asleep, it gives off a seductive smell. A night is pressed on either side by two days. Between them all, the dark circles around your eyes stay joyful...
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