nettle tree feb 3 2013

The winter. It is long. And the dark stormy winter sky can remind me of that depressing poem by Baudelaire, “Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle/Sur l’esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,/Et que de l’horizon embrassant tout le cercle/II nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits”

About a low, heavy sky weighing down like a lid on one’s groaning spirit. And the day that can be gloomier than the night.

February can be the longest month, I find. After our little ski trip I will be ready for the spring. What is it about sunshine and flowers? And high, blue skies? That makes everything good and seem like good is just the way it should be?


About Jennifer

I'm a freelance translator and American expat. I live in Northern Italy with my two young sons.
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One Response to baudelaire

  1. sullimaybe says:

    Soup, bread, fire, board games, wine.
    These are the good old days🎿

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