Masaaki Kishibe "Rainy Window"
“After Paradise,” by Czeslaw Milosz
Don’t run anymore. Quiet. How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
On the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
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Many people complain when there's rain. They forget that love is like a portico (covered porch) protecting us from the rain and snow. The rain on the roof is just a soft reminder to pay attention. Czeslaw Milosz tells us to slow down and listen. If you have love in your life, then you have a precious gift.
When you are deep in love, you are transformed to a life without bitterness. You create a new world, an earthly paradise. If you are "grateful and attentive" to this gift of love, then after finding paradise, it will remain beside you when you awake each morning. The poet Milosz reminds us that there is rain even in paradise, but it is soft and perfect.
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