It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
Sunday, November 11, 2007
1 Corinthians 13
1 Corinthians 13
“I have hymns you haven’t heard.”
From The Book Of Hours”
Rilke 1,40
My Loving
Is not ordered
By the definition
I give to the act
In words
But by the thesaurus
Of meaning
I make
For every act
Of my living.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
L I F E
L I F E
“God, give us each our own death,
The dying that proceeds
From each of our lives.”
From The Book Of Hours,
Love Poems To God, Rilke III 6
God, give me three deaths.
The golden-calf-I-can-milk image
Of you.
The impulse to shout before
The cock crows thrice and thereafter
A rock silence.
The colt love that carries
A neighbor’s load only on convenient
Palm Sundays.
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