Someone called Yara sent this to my husband’s Red Hand Files. It’s such an incredibly sweet letter and the poem is lovely. I’ve never seen it before. I love it that people send things in. Thank you for leaving these golden mice at our door. And thank you, Yara. Love, Susie x
I love the poems that Susie shares on the Stuff Page, I read and reread them and sometimes daydream about them. Actually I love everything on the Stuff Page. It’s a genuine and warm space.
In return, I send you this poem by Sophia De Mello Breyner Andresen. Send my love to Susie. Yara.
The Perfect Hour
This is the perfect hour when a hush descends
On our muted human murmurings
And inside us finally there speaks
The grave voice of indolent dreams.
This is the hour when roses are the roses
That flowered in the Persian gardens
Where Saadi and Hafiz saw and loved them.
This is the hour of the mysterious voices
Chosen and summoned by my desires.
This is the hour of the long conversations
Held between leaf and leaf.
This is the hour when time is abolished
And I do not even know my own face.
By Sophia De Mello Breyner Andresen