You alone know how to sing
the green ferment
my darkness wants.
I am giving up the old
calendar of scatter
and waste. The ardent
nowhere of God is all
the kiss my impatient
beggar's heart
can bear.
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
I took this found poem from Rilke's Book of Hours, the Anita Barrows/Joanna Macy translation.
the green ferment
my darkness wants.
I am giving up the old
calendar of scatter
and waste. The ardent
nowhere of God is all
the kiss my impatient
beggar's heart
can bear.
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
I took this found poem from Rilke's Book of Hours, the Anita Barrows/Joanna Macy translation.
A spoken hymn, unadorned by music, and cruciform shadows on a dark green leaf. There is temple and ritual enough for us all. Nicely assembled!
ReplyDeleteNaturally, I didn't even notice, consciously, the cruciform shadows. I am glad you liked this!
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