bi_janus Posted October 28, 2013 Report Share Posted October 28, 2013 The Dark SpringBi Janus And it was almost a girl, and she came out ofthat single blessedness of song and lyre,and shone clear through her springtime-veiland made herself a bed inside my hearing.Sonnets to Orpheus, I,1—Maria Rainer Rilke What flows from mewhen you tap meas Moses did the stonebefore the elders? Your staff is curvedand pulses with your heart,unleashing from methe darkening blood. The note from collisionof rod and stonefloats as a girl's songabove our wrestle. What will you have me do?I cannot brighten the bloodfor our pagan Eucharist.Listen, mon semblable, We are twinsborn of the same girlasleep in our hearing,her song floating Above us as we strivein the darkening bloodto understand who we are,why we are as we are. Don't despair, sweet friend,when your mad poundingcan no longer summonmy blood in a dry land. The girl sleeps againin both of us now,and will sleep in you,dreaming us as we are. Quote Link to comment
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