Click here to hear the poet read his words:
soft at first
to a strength
that shakes trees
windows and doors
clears the terrasse
but the most solid
items of furniture
for three days
sand and grit
of a sudden
air is still
sky is clear blue
and good humour
* * *
I’ve read that the Mistral is literally, like no other phenomenon – and that it literally, can drive a person right mad – for the sound of it. I would like to experience it, one day. (although I suspect I will not) … but for the wonder and descent into this intensity of having to fall back into oneself and surrender to an “otherworldly yet of this world madness” ….
It is indeed a potent force of Nature.
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Pat
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Makes me think of Death in Venice. Lovely poem Bri.
Interesting view, Bon. Lovely to see you here, thanks for kind words
Le Mistral !
Qui transporte les pollens qui rougissent nos yeux
Et nous font éternuer .
Mais qui dégage le ciel de ses nuages monstrueux .
Merci, Corine, faut accepter les mauvaises choses avec les bonnes choses, c’est la vie