Mimnermus Fragment Two

We, like the leaves which the blossoming season of Spring reproduces
       when they suddenly grow up in the rays of the sun,
similar to those blooms, in the minuscule time of our youth we
       revel, discerning by gods neither what's harmful for us
nor what is good. Black Fates by our sides stand waiting around and
       one of them's holding out old age, the inevitable
thing, and the other one death. And the fruit of our earliest years is
       as short-lived as the sun's spreading out over the Earth.
Truly indeed, when the end of this age has elapsed and been passed by,
       straightaway dying is much better than staying alive.
Plenty of horrible things will arise in the spirit and soon the
       home will be ruined and sad poverty's toils await.
One man terribly misses his children, and longing for them goes
       cheerlessly under the Earth down into Hades's realm.
One man's sick with a spirit-consuming disease, and there's not one
       man to whom Zeus didn't give myriad terrible things.


Rose-ringed Parakeets

All the birds I see are cajoling me to
hear the music playing behind us near that
willow tree where parakeets somehow seem to
   be reappearing.

Two by two they hide in the branches making
such a fuss about absolutely nothing:
combing lime-green feathers, and screaming
   at one another.

Herons, ducks, and seagulls are taking baths in
chilly springtime waterways underneath those
two romantic parakeets playing with each
   other's appearance. 

a few pics and words about the birds



I prefer one over the other sometimes;
other times it's not that I want the other
girl or have a difficult time when I am
    choosing between them,

but it's not that simple for long, and often
time reveals what passion disguised as something
other than fun moments together, something
   really delightful.