One of the Butterflies

by W. S. Merwin

The trouble with pleasure is the timing
it can overtake me without warning
and be gone before I know it is here
it can stand facing me unrecognized
while I am remembering somewhere else
in another age or someone not seen
for years and never to be seen again
in this world and it seems that I cherish
only now a joy I was not aware of
when it was here although it remains
out of reach and will not be caught or named
or called back and if I could make it stay
as I want to it would turn to pain.


  1. A wonderful sentiment and fab art.

  2. The photo reminds me of the movie, Chocolat. In the last seen, there was a winged woman dancing at the festival on Easter Sunday.

    The poetry is haunting.

  3. and that's the last scene. ugh. tired tonight!

  4. Glad to know you are still fluttering around. Always a pleasure.

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  6. What a fantastic photo. I'm always delighted by what I find here.

  7. How beautiful and true. It is always such a challenge to be in the present. The window to happiness is right now.

    I can always count on you for my poetry fix.


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