søndag 10. august 2014

Come drifting, Come lightly, Come in solemn, alone, hands fallen at your sides, Come bearing the distant hills down to the foot of the trees nearby, Fusing all fields I see into your one field, Turn the mountain into one single block of your body, expunge from it each bit of difference I see from afar. All the roads climbing it, all the various trees turning it dark green in the distance, all the white houses with their smoke rising through the trees, and leave but one light and another, and still another, in the blurred and vaguely disturbing distance, in the distance suddenly impossible to penetrate. O' for a horror...


Our Lady
Of everything impossible we strive for vain,
Of dreams that come to us by the window at dusk,
Of the schemes that beguiled us
On the broad terraces of cosmopolitan hotels
To the European sound of music and voices -
           far off and near by
That hurt us, 
           knowing we'll never come anywhere 
           near them...
Come lull us,
Come soothe us,
Come save us,
Come help us,
Come solemnly,
Come most solemnly full
Come to help our brothers and sisters in the most 
           terrible situation in the middle east.
Of a secret yearning to weep.


Come over the oceans,
Over the great oceans,
Come pass your hand over the back of the I... beast
Come, ever attending,
Come like a mother to help,
Come silent, ecstatic to help in the night,
Come wrap my heart, while- mantled night...


The moon grows real,
The moon see the horrors,
The moon see the bad thing's we do.


And in us perhaps something start's ...

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