A proposito di gratitudini – il club dei cercatori di Bellezza 2

Poesia di carrie Newcomer

Amo molto questa poesia di Carrie Newcomer, che ci ricorda quanto possa essere semplice e generatore di benessere e meraviglia, allenarsi alla gratitudine. Riporto il testo in lingua originale, mentre sovraimpressa all’immagine c’è la mia traduzione artigianale in italiano, non avendone trovata una ufficiale. I tre mici che con la loro presenza mi allietano mentre lavoro, incarnano le mie tre gratitudini di questo istante pieno di grazia.

 Three Gratitudes


Every night before I go to sleep
I say out loud
Three things that I’m grateful for,
All the significant, insignificant
Extraordinary, ordinary stuff of my life.
It’s a small practice and humble,
And yet, I find I sleep better
Holding what lightens and softens my life
Ever so briefly at the end of the day.
Sunlight, and blueberries,
Good dogs and wool socks,
A fine rain,
A good friend,
Fresh basil and wild phlox,
My father’s good health,
My daughter’s new job,
The song that always makes me cry,
Always at the same part,
No matter how many times I hear it.
Decent coffee at the airport,
And your quiet breathing,
The stories you told me,
The frost patterns on the windows,
English horns and banjos,
Wood Thrush and June bugs,
The smooth glassy calm of the morning pond,
An old coat,
A new poem,
My library card,
And that my car keeps running
Despite all the miles.

And after three things,
More often than not,
I get on a roll and I just keep on going,
I keep naming and listing,

Until I lie grinning,
Blankets pulled up to my chin,
Awash with wonder
At the sweetness of it all.