DFW
“You’ll worry less about what people think about you when you realize how seldom they do”
— David Foster Wallace
Afternoon at Lake Narracan
Spring roses
Three magpies
Three magpies sit on the washing line, sharpening their beaks, while spring rain dots the concrete path.
Sonnet LXXXI
And now you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream. Love, pain and labour must sleep now. The night turns on invisible wheels and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
No one else will sleep in my dreams. You will go — we will go — joined by the waters of time. No one else will travel through shadows with me only you — evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let fall their soft, drifting signs. Your eyes closed like two grey wings,
while I follow the waters you bring that carry me onward: Night, Earth, wind weave their destiny. Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
— Pablo Neruda, a version based on multiple translations