In A Dark Time

hoovb zone 9 sunset 23February 18, 2007

In A Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,

I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;

I hear my echo in the echoing wood--

A lord of nature weeping to a tree.

I live between the heron and the wren,

Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul

At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!

I know the purity of pure despair,

My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.

That place among the rocks--is it a cave,

Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!

A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,

And in broad day the midnight come again!

A man goes far to find out what he is--

Death of the self in a long, tearless night,

All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,

Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?

A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.

The mind enters itself, and God the mind,

And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

-- Theodore Roethke

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meredith_e Z7b, Piedmont of NC, 1000' elevation

I'd never read that; thank you.

And on my mind:

Time's Shadow by Mathilde Blind

Thy life, O Man, in this brief moment lies:
Time's narrow bridge whereon we darkling stand,
With an infinitude on either hand
Receding luminously from our eyes.
Lo, there thy Past's forsaken Paradise
Subsideth like some visionary strand,
While glimmering faint, the Future's promised land,
Illusive from the abyss, seems fain to rise.

This hour alone Hope's broken pledges mar,
And joy now gleams before, now in our rear,
Like mirage mocking in some waste afar,
Dissolving into air as we draw near.
Beyond our steps the path is sunny-clear,
The shadow lying only where we are.

    Bookmark   February 19, 2007 at 4:35AM
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I came upon this poem doing searches for the rose, Illusion. Thanks for posting this beauty, Hoov.

    Bookmark   January 19, 2011 at 2:49PM
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Hoov, hope everything is ok with you. It is a very moving poem. Actually, both are.

    Bookmark   January 28, 2011 at 5:16PM
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Oops, I didn't realize how ancient this posting was. And how infrequently this forum is used. I stopped posting here due to lack of response quite a while ago. Too bad, it was fun a while back. Well, better late than never?

    Bookmark   January 28, 2011 at 5:19PM
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petaloid(SoCal 10a/24)

I forget to check here too, Kathy.

If we remind ourselves come back more often there's a chance that we can liven up the joint again.

    Bookmark   January 29, 2011 at 6:51PM
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meredith_e Z7b, Piedmont of NC, 1000' elevation

Better late than never :)

I never check here, either. How odd to find that. I believe my poem was when I had to defer my degree a year because of health issues. It's cool. I got the degree and a proud tattoo for graduation later :D

What a strange thing to read now that I know how it all turned out, in my case. Huh :)

    Bookmark   March 5, 2011 at 1:59AM
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