One of My Favorite Poems

    And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear,
    Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.
    It was all leaflife and starshower, unerring, self-shattering power,
    And it was all aimed at me.

    What is this dire delight flowering fleeing always earth?
    What is being? What is truth?

    Blossoms rupture and rapture the air,
    All hover and hammer,
    Time intensified and time intolerable, sweetness raveling rot.
    It is now. It is not.                                                
~ Osip Mandelstam, 4 May 1937

I could probably talk about this poem all day but it's always that last line that gets me most: being is both now and not now, both here and not here. Talk about metaxy.

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