Got back from seeing The Winter Soldier with theyeatthemweeping and oh maaaaan it was good and hit on a bunch of narrative stuff I love. Good...
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
When, oh when did I scatter so madly
All the goodness, the God-given grains?
Was my youth not spent with those who gladly
Sang to You in the glow of Your shrines?
Bookish wisdom, though, sparkled and beckoned,
And it rushed through my arrogant mind,
The world’s mysteries seemed within reckon,
My life’s lot like warm wax in the hand.
My blood seethed, and it spilled and it trickled,
Gleamed ahead with a multihued trace,
Without clamor there quietly crumbled
In my breast the great building of faith.
Then I passed betwixt being and dying,
I fell off and now cling to the edge,
And I gaze back with gratitude, trembling,
On the meaningless life I have led.
Not my reason, nor will, nor desire
Blazed the twists and the turns of its road,
It was purpose-from-High’s steady fire
Not made plain to me till afterward.
Now regaining the measure that’s true,
Having drawn with it water of being,
Oh great God! I believe now anew!
Though denied, You were always with me…
- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
They say this world is turning,
but I’m the one waxing and waning between two constants;
wandering a road of shattered ice
across oceans that tear me apart.
Time calcified rests by the edge of the water,
everything is still, but the memory of our ancestors
circumnavigating the planet in a struileag made of broken tongues;
our languages offered to Styx at dusk.
Walking by the sea,
I root myself in the cold sand of the cladach
but the tide empties the machair,
and covers the starry sky in battered grey,
each grain of salt etching the echo of your stolen voice
like whiplashes across my back.