Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work.
That she was old enough to know better.
But anything worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed like a visitation, the gentleness in her like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back through the hot stony field after swimming, the sea light behind her and the huge sky on the other side of that.
Listened to her while we ate lunch.
How can they say the marriage failed?
Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence) and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph.
Jack Gilbert
Lindo texto, le da una visión positivista a lo que se puede ver como un fracaso. Me parece un modo copado de verlo, todo tiene un final, incluso lo bueno. Lamentablemente, algunos finales están mas cerca que otros. Pero, como dice tu post sobre 'el perfeccionismo vs las equivocaciones', la experiencia y las sensaciones quedan, tanto buenas como malas.
ResponderBorrarIcaro puede haber caído, pero el éxtasis de haber volado seguramente lo acompañó hasta cuando caía.
Agreed
ResponderBorrarSiempre que termina algo bueno para alguien, la respuesta inmediata del resto es "Uhh que mal che, que lástima"... nosotros mismos lo pensamos
Nadie responde "Ni ahi, fue buenisimo mientras duró, me quedo con eso"
Seguro que habrá pasado que muchos 'matrimonios' -siguiendo el texto- que terminaron, fueron más gratificantes o tuvieron mucho más 'contenido' que muchos otros que siguen
Mejor tener algo bueno que termine que algo pedorro que perdure