(Oddly ambivalent. Maybe it's not a very good poem.)
A poem in Tipton Poetry Journal
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- James Owens
- Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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3 comments:
it's very beautiful. old monks weeping and longing for becoming...
thank you so much for what you told me yesterday. it _does_ matter, doesn't it? and your poems help to live in beauty. and maybe this takes away the fear a little bit, the fear of becoming. we are not monks, not all of us, very few maybe...
A little gimmicky, but the monks wishing to be pure flame, neither ash nor mud, speaks to the spiritual ambition of man, despite the worldly act of lighting a smoke. A lot in a few lines. But I don't know if the lighter works with the monks, exactly; maybe therein lies a bit of your ambivalence.
CE
I really like the imagery in the second stanza. Although, I don't visualize a lighter. I see a match with the cupped hands. I notice also the presence of a walker (or at least one who stands) - moving through the world without the machine of the speaker. A similar separation is realized in "Encounter". Good piece, James.
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