Une semaine en avril

Linda Pastan, Une semaine en avril

September 11, 2001

I have been listening to disaster
on the radio all day long
and sometimes on television.

Outside the trees are unbelievably
green, autumn has hardly begun
its devastation,

but the small Pandora’s box on my desk
is spilling the colors
of carnage all over the room.

I think of the albums of war
with their backdrops of charred trees,
their broken landscapes.

while here
the September sky retains
a mocking pristine blue,

and all the various beauties
of the world
display themselves.

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