Haven't had time to post these days here barely time to write --
and not sure
they are even worthy of posting them
but since I said I was going to do that, I must.
4/21
Becoming Uncoupled at the base of South Mountain One Early Spring Evening When Fog Hangs in the Air
After love, we listen in the dark
to rain make a song on the thin roof
-- a cat meowing at the door sounds
like an untuned lute.
He says "I love your voice"
why is it this way --
too much passion brings such affliction.
After love, we listen in the dark
to rain make a song on the thin roof
-- a cat meowing at the door sounds
like an untuned lute.
He says "I love your voice"
why is it this way --
too much passion brings such affliction.
4/20
Confronting Helen
For Beauty's nothing
but beginning of Terror we're still just able to bear,
and why we adore it so is because it serenely
disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.
Rilke, the First Elegy
Fuck Rilke and his mysterious angels
the terrible angels -- his limpid, lapis eyed
mysterious creatures who hold up the blood of Imam Hosayn,
Prince of Martyrs so the world doesn't fold.
I birthed a baby boy whose eyes revealed
the answers to the pyramids
and a daughter whose face
iswaswillbe torment the minds of poets
for eternity.
I am not afraid of you, Helen, who sent
legions of men smiling
into the mouth of death --the promise
of you on their lips
"Love made ME such that I live in fire
like the Phoenix, who dies and rises
at the same time." *
* from Gaspara Stampa's Rime 208
1 comment:
I don't know. . . I think I agree with Rilke.
Post a Comment