Like the first time I ever saw a cardinal,
brilliant flash of red against the gray
of the English room, your voice clapped
against the windows;
signal: fireflies in the blood.
[…]
—Aracelis Girmay, “English Class” (for Anthony)
Credits: Poem – Who are you really, wanderer?. Photo: Delightful
Like when you squeeze lemon into black tea
and the black tea starts brightening all over.
Her fatigue was gradually brightening.
Without any fatigue whatsoever, incidentally.
The way a firefly lights up.
Since she was no longer tired,
she’d get up and get dressed.
It was time to start.
~ Clarice Lispector, “The Imitation of the Rose.” The Complete Stories
Photo: Fireflies by m hamajima via Mostly Japan
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