johnny9fingers | (no subject)

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

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either way, i like it