April 7, 2024

très riches heures viii

i have such a deep respect for spring, how it overthrows me every time no matter how much i imagine i have braced myself: over i go into the swift current and am drenched in it again, oh no, i love everything again, i love the terrible world again, i have hope again, i can see the tiny golden threads in the weft of the air again, oh my heart again, oh, my little naked heart again, be gentle or don’t with me again, i don’t care, it’s hardly worth it, to do it all again, it’s worth everything and i love all again.