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[johnny9fingers]

I may have mentioned a small obsession I have with 'Little Gidding' in these posts.
Over the years I've parodied it, used it as a template, rewritten it, tried to get it by heart, and loved it. It is one of the constants in my firmament.
To show its influence I copy an old poem from my archives (1993).

 

If Walt Whitman had written Little Gidding

When waterfalls of light
Disinter

The debris of the past,

And blue skies

Break

Across my line of sight

Leaving winter

Imprisoned behind the glass

 

The subject trembles

Object falls

And light blinds, reflected from opposing walls;

And the acquiescence to a

Secular passion

Quiets the soul, but does not fulfil,

Until we approach the light once more:

As if it had been unknown before.

And light is love;

Love, light:

Remade for the first time.

26/12/1993

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

This is as impressive today as it was 5 years ago when you handed it to me on a plate with toast-and-marmite-and-tea-and-sympathy-and-papers-and-a-tiny-round-pot.

Love

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

Hi Sairica.
Let's hang when you're over from Barca. Sorry to hear about Maja's Mum, I really liked her. Hope Maja is coping.
Love etc. (and please pass on my condolences).

either way, i like it

[pigshitpoet.livejournal.com]

as i read this is what went through my head...

When waterfalls of light
Disinter
The debris of the past,
And blue skies
Splinter
Across my line of sight
Leaving winter
Imprisoned in the lake.. (but it could be night.. to rhyme)

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