Jag stannar kvar i vintern

Foto: Ansgar Wall

Väderleken kan man inte göra mycket åt så det är bara att försöka gilla läget eller i vart fall att stå ut. Igår vaknade jag till -10 vilket kanske inte är någon helt vanlig temperatur för sydvästra Skåne en bra bit in i mars.

Elizabeth Bishop har skrivit om imaginära isberg och jag återger några delar av den långa dikten här- vackert är det....

The Imaginary Iceberg

We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship;
we'd rather own this breathing plain of snow
though the ship's sails were laid upon the sea
as the snow lies undissolved upon the water.
O solemn, floating field,
are you aware an iceberg takes repose
with you, and when it wakes may pasture on your snows?
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The iceberg cuts its facets from within.
Like jewelry from a grave
it saves itself perpetually and adorns
only itself, perhaps the snows
which so surprise us lying on the sea.
Good-bye, we say, good-bye, the ship steers off
where waves give in to one another's waves
and clouds run in a warmer sky.
Icebergs behoove the soul
(both being self-made from elements least visible)
to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected indivisible.