The Spaces of Hope
I have experienced the spaces of hope,
The spaces of a moderate mercy. Experienced The places which suddenly set
Into a random form: a lilac garden,
A street in Florence, a morning room,
A sea smeared with silver before the storm, Or a startles night lit only
By a book on the table. The spaces of hope Are in time, not linked into
A system of miracles, nor into a unity;
They merely exist. As in Kanfanar,
At the station; wind in a wild vine
A quarter-century ago: one space of hope. Another, set somewhere in the future,
Is already destroying the void around it, Unclear but real. Probable.
In the spaces of hope light grows,
Free of charge, and voices are clearer,
Death has a beautiful shadow, the lilac blooms later, But for that it looks like its first-ever flower.
Ivan V. Lalić
Text and photo: Gallery SKE
