ब्लैक आइस (काली बर्फ़) प्रकृति में पाई जाने वाली सबसे चिकनी बर्फ़ है, मानो प्रकृति कला के आगे झुक गई हो... ब्लैक आइस प्रकृति का एक ऐसा रूप है जो कृपा की तरह ही मायावी और उससे कहीं अधिक दुर्लभ है... मैंने कभी ब्लैक आइस पर स्केटिंग नहीं की, लेकिन शायद मेरे बच्चे करें। कम से कम जब यह सामने आएगी तो वे इसे पहचान जाएंगे: कि यह धरती कृपा की तरह चिकनी और निर्बाध रूप से फैल सकती है, और वे मेरी आवाज़ की तरह यह जानते होंगे कि इस पर उनका भी हक है।
Black ice is the smoothest naturally occuring ice there is, as if nature were condescending to art. ... Black ice is an act of nature as elusive as grace, and far more rare. ... I have never skated on black ice, but perhaps my children will. They'll know it, at least, when it appears: that the earth can stretch smooth and unbroken like grace, and they'll know as they know my voice that they were meant to have their share.
Black ice is the smoothest naturally occuring ice there is, as if nature were condescending to art. ... Black ice is an act of nature as elusive as grace, and far more rare. ... I have never skated on black ice, but perhaps my children will. They'll know it, at least, when it appears: that the earth can stretch smooth and unbroken like grace, and they'll know as they know my voice that they were meant to have their share.
लेकिन यह भी सच है कि मेरी याददाश्त एक शातिर खिलाड़ी की तरह है, जो यह छिपाने के लिए पत्तों को फिर से फेंट देती है जिसे जानने से मैं डरता हूँ, और बच्चों के साथ दिन के उजाले में साधारण खेल खेलते वक्त भी डेक के सबसे नीचे रखे इक्के को छूने से खुद को रोक नहीं पाती।
But it's also true that my memory is a card shark, reshuffling the deck to hide what I fear to know, unable to keep from fingering the ace at the bottom of the deck even when I'm doing nothing more than playing Fish in the daylight with children.
But it's also true that my memory is a card shark, reshuffling the deck to hide what I fear to know, unable to keep from fingering the ace at the bottom of the deck even when I'm doing nothing more than playing Fish in the daylight with children.
मैं ज़िंदगी की तैयारी में इतना, इतना, बहुत ज़्यादा व्यस्त था, जबकि ज़िंदगी मेरे सामने से ऐसे गुज़र रही थी जैसे कोई शांत और तेज़ नावों की दौड़ (रेगाटा)।
I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta.
I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta.
जब किताबों की बात आई, तो जैसा कि हमारे पादरी कहा करते थे, आखिरकार मैं एक ठोस ज़मीन पर आ गया था। मैं किताबों पर टूट पड़ा। मैंने रात में छिपकर किताबें पढ़ीं। मैंने उनके पन्नों को सहलाया और लाइब्रेरी में उनकी पुरानी, सोंधी सी खुशबू को महसूस किया।
When we got around to books, I was finally set, as our minister would say, on solid ground. I gorged on books. I sneaked them at night. I rubbed their spines and sniffed in the musty smell of them in the library.
When we got around to books, I was finally set, as our minister would say, on solid ground. I gorged on books. I sneaked them at night. I rubbed their spines and sniffed in the musty smell of them in the library.
मैं इतना डरा हुआ क्यों था? मैंने पर्याप्त प्यार नहीं किया था। मैं ज़िंदगी की तैयारी में इतना, इतना, बहुत ज़्यादा व्यस्त था, जबकि ज़िंदगी मेरे सामने से ऐसे गुज़र रही थी जैसे कोई शांत और तेज़ नावों की दौड़... मेरे पास मेरा सारा समय था, सारे मौके थे। मैं इसे कभी दोबारा नहीं कर सकता, इसे कभी सुधार नहीं सकता। मैंने पर्याप्त प्यार नहीं किया था... प्यार देने या पाने का कोई भी मौका मैंने पूरी तरह नहीं गंवाया था, और कम से कम बेहतर करने की कोशिश करने के लिए अभी मेरा भविष्य बाकी था।
Why had I been so afraid? I had not loved enough. I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta...I had had all my time, all my chances. I could never do it again, never make it right. I had not loved enough...I had not passed up all my chances to give love or receive it, and I had the future, at least, to try to do better.
Why had I been so afraid? I had not loved enough. I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta...I had had all my time, all my chances. I could never do it again, never make it right. I had not loved enough...I had not passed up all my chances to give love or receive it, and I had the future, at least, to try to do better.