The Country Airs
Just as a sea that teems with tiny life
gleams and smells like its inhabitants,
this lively and provincial room is rife
with scents of ceremony and innocence.
The aroma is as natural as the weather,
and brimming with its wayward energy,
yet homey and humid, like jellies stored together,
turned ageless in domestic custody.
So lazy and punctual, like the tolling bell:
so peaceful! the whiff of piousness and morning
that makes these hanging linens ripple and swell,
that its mortality is cause for mourning;
much as this scene of prosy simplicity,
for visitors, is cause for poetry.
[This message has been edited by Mark Rizik (edited September 27, 2006).]
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