momentum swells in
this fruitful
gray breath.
Overnight, a cathedral
gathers.
Something hidden
reaches me:
an arrow,
praising string.
--lks 2011
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This found poem was pulled forth from Rilke's Duino Elegies, the A. Poulin translation.
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"Overnight, a cathedral gathers." What an unexpected thought.
ReplyDeleteI like the darkness of the photo and the raggedness of the fabric. It looks as if it's been home to a mouse.
Thank you. I added some blue tones to the image of the fabric. It's a picture of a scrap of burlap (I think) between the chinks of the beams of an abandoned wooden shack near where I grew up.
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ReplyDeleteI recently realized that this found poem play I do is a kind of lectio divina. do you know that term?
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