Elsa's Eyes ~ by Louis Aragon

 

Elsa's Eyes
by Louis Aragon (1897-1982)

  Your eyes are so deep that leaning down to drink
    I saw all suns mirrored in them
    All desperate souls hurled deathward from their brink
    Your eyes are so deep my memory is lost there

    In the shadow of birds the ocean roars
    Then suddenly the day clears and your eyes change
    Summer carves the clouds on the angels’ pinafore
    The sky’s never as blue as it is above grain

    In vain the winds pursue the azure’s griefs
    Your eyes are brighter, even through a veil of tears,
    And your eyes make the heavens jealous after a shower:
    Glass is never so blue as it is when it breaks
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Tes yeux sont si profonds qu'en me penchant pour boire
J'ai vu tous les soleils y venir se mirer
S'y jeter à mourir tous les désespérés
Tes yeux sont si profonds que j'y perds la mémoire

À l'ombre des oiseaux c'est l'océan troublé
Puis le beau temps soudain se lève et tes yeux changent
L'été taille la nue au tablier des anges
Le ciel n'est jamais bleu comme il l'est sur les blés

Les vents chassent en vain les chagrins de l'azur
Tes yeux plus clairs que lui lorsqu'une larme y luit
Tes yeux rendent jaloux le ciel d'après la pluie
Le verre n'est jamais si bleu qu'à sa brisure 

 

Life Is Good ~ by Jodi Orgill Brown

 

Life Is Good ~ by Jodi Orgill Brown 

[on Facebook, August 28,2021] 

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     I bought rocks yesterday. A 10 or 11 year-old girl stood in front of her apartment with a sign, “Rocks for sale.” My first thought was, “if she’s selling rocks, she must not have much else to sell”.  

     I got out of my car and went to ask about her rocks. She said she’d been there for 2 hours, but no one had even stopped. And that was after she had already gone door to door trying to sell the rocks. Her sign said that each rock was $5, so I grabbed a $20 bill and handed it to her. She sheepishly responded that she didn’t have change for $20. I told her change was not needed as I was going to buy 4 of her beautiful rocks.

     Immediately she started to cry. As tears streamed down her face she told me that her family had a cat, but they didn’t have enough money to take care of it. Her mom said the only way they could keep it was if she earned the money for the cat food. She couldn’t believe I was going to buy 4 rocks, but that with the money she would be able to keep her favorite pet. She thanked me profusely, but the tears had already rewarded me well. As I left, she packed up her table and treasures and went inside. All day I thought about the difference $20 made in her life. I think I’ll keep those rocks forever.
     When I had my brain tumor, even a little text message could give me hope to keep fighting. No act of kindness is “little” when you are in need. I wish I could buy rocks everyday. 

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