Posted by: bogpan | април 7, 2018

Saturday



i won’t stay with the men
who are waiting but what for
and are hearing the thunder ringing
of their hollow bones
and with the women i won’t be
the woman are always somewhere out
and searching searching but what for
the nude to find
the land here is low
dusty
stony
land almost of nails
and of sermons
what kind of love is this one
that should be touched
(male, female)
be broken to pieces
be seen
the end

i won’t stay with the men
and women for knowing
when
“the rose and fire are one”*

T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
(No. 4 of ‘Four Quartets’)

my Inchoate faith
http://dictum.mediabg.eu/?p=4586
Inchoate

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