Guest guest Posted March 29, 2001 Report Share Posted March 29, 2001 Love all the poetry on the list. Thought I'd contribute--Barg (Please note my email name is meant in humor). Duties of My Heart It is the duty of my heart to revive when the night monster flies through rooms of darkness and a thousand waves of sorrow and a thousand waves of fear pour down my dreams. When the dimensions of my existence are slowed in the terrible ice it is the duty of my heart to sing. When the stiff-hearted build up cold palaces of silence. When the letters of my name fly away with their wonderful secrets. When I stand without hands and feet Caught in the chill skin of a sad soul it is the duty of my heart to open me the power of breath. To awaken my lungs in extremities of space. When the wind is high and the world hardens into rock around me. When words that crawl from tongue to ear are not shot through with light it is the duty of my heart to whisper me the noise of wings: neshamah neshamah neshamah Now look. When I am released from myth and can't bear having no original home both as a woman and a soul. Or am purely receptive and have nothing of my own it is the duty of my heart to hold me to its own law. This it will do for the sake of revival. This it will do for me. When nothing remains in its proper place: the world the year the hour of the inner tongue. When everything is somewhere else and the masters of pain ignite their dark flame. When I have burst into four hundred thousand worlds and still there is no way. When I am peculiar to myself and passion locks in longing. When in the deathly passivity of remembrance I am stranded stuck between windows of returning and revulsion. When in the midnight lamentation I have lost my eyes from weeping. When my sighs shake the wilderness and paradise misfires it is the duty of my heart to ask me if I want to dance. I always do. And so I live when the agencies of presence blood and breath put on this name and play the living moment. It is the duty of my heart to remind me that my lips illuminate this cup of tea and the abyss that swallows is the source of my fullness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 30, 2001 Report Share Posted March 30, 2001 Dear Barg, If all that good poetry keeps coming I will (in all fairness) have to add more pages to my site to collect it all... but who said I was fair... Submit to the magazine, Barg... Love, \/\///\/\ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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