On Poetry and Culture Shock

Alan Spence gets it right as usual

First warmth of spring.
I feel as if
I have been asleep.

Primer rayo tibio de la primavera.
Una sensación como
haber estado dormido.

No, not spring yet, not officially. But in this grey snowy winter, if it is sunny it is a nice day, even when the temperature is close to 0º C. And that’s a happy poem, and I’m happy. So there you go.

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