Octavio Paz. Junio
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Bajo del cielo fiel              Junio corría
arrastrando en sus aguas dulces fechas...

Llegas de nuevo, río transparente,
todo cielo y verdor, nubes pasmadas,
lluvias o cabelleras desatadas,
plenitud, ola inmóvil y fluente.

Tu luz moja una fecha adolescente:
rozan las manos formas vislumbradas,
los labios besan sombras ya besadas,
los ojos ven, el corazón presiente.

¡Hora de eternidad, toda presencia,
el tiempo en ti se colma y desemboca
y todo cobra ser, hasta la ausencia!

El corazón presiente y se incorpora,
mentida plenitud que nadie toca:
hoy es ayer y es siempre y es deshora.
#poem

how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapor, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapor—as you will sometimes see it—glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d’ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapor. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.

—Hermann Melville, Moby Dick
On the nature of the Rainbow from the whale's spout
#poems

The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More hearkening to the sermon’s horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crown’d.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp,–
That ’tis their sighing, wailing ere they go
Into oblivion–that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.

Written in Disgust of Superstitions by John Keats

how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapor, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapor—as you will sometimes see it—glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d’ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapor. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.

—Hermann Melville, Moby Dick
On the nature of the Rainbow from the whale's spout

Unbeaten by the rain
Unbeaten by the wind
Bested by neither snow nor summer heat
Strong of body
Free of desire
Never angry
Always smiling quietly
Dining daily on four cups of brown rice
Some miso and a few vegetables
Observing all things
With dispassion
But remembering well
Living in a small, thatched-roof house
In the meadow beneath a canopy of pines
Going east to nurse the sick child
Going west to bear sheaves of rice for the weary mother
Going south to tell the dying man there is no cause for fear
Going north to tell those who fight to put aside their trifles
Shedding tears in time of drought
Wandering at a loss during the cold summer
Called useless by all
Neither praised
Nor a bother
Such is the person
I wish to be

#poem #positivity
-Ame ni mo makezu (Be not Defeated by the Rain)
By the Japanese author by Kenji Miyazawa