The Red Poppy

Louise Glück 

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

Evacuation

– So, why coffee from a teapot?

– It’s a long story, my dear, but the shortest answer would be – a joyful habit!

– I’ve never heard of anyone making coffee in a teapot.

– You know, when I moved into this apartment, for a long time, I only had one, worn-out saucepan. I used it to make coffee, tea, an egg once a day, and sometimes soup. I also used it to grab water and rinse my hair when I took a bath. And then I was given a teapot by a friend from work, which soon replaced the saucepan, and now I use it to make coffee and water the flowers. Now, I can finally afford to buy a coffee pot, but somehow it hasn’t happened yet!

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