partly inspired by the Swedish poetess Karin Boye, dead at 41.
Of course it hurts
when the spring bursts
in aching buds of awakening
to the blinding light of ruthless reality,
when our longing is awakened
from its sleep of mercy to its sentient pain,
when the locks of our hearts are forced
and crying feelings must into the open,
melting into the heaviness of drops
that must burst forth into rains and floods
of our remorse and pain of endless witholds
that no winter ever succeeded in freezing to the deep;
and of course this new life must hesitate
in faltering steps unto a new path
of the unknown, so difficult to stand on,
impossible to find out and forbidding us to fall.
But then the miracle occurs,
after death I hear your voice again
so soft and full of tenderness
as if death never had existed
but was merely a bad dream to waken from,
bringing new life and hope
and courage to in spite of all
partake in the new creation
which after the ruins
will be the toughest work of all.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-09 at 12:51
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After the fall
Of course it hurts
when the spring bursts
in aching buds of awakening
to the blinding light of ruthless reality,
when our longing is awakened
from its sleep of mercy to its sentient pain,
when the locks of our hearts are forced
and crying feelings must into the open,
melting into the heaviness of drops
that must burst forth into rains and floods
of our remorse and pain of endless witholds
that no winter ever succeeded in freezing to the deep;
and of course this new life must hesitate
in faltering steps unto a new path
of the unknown, so difficult to stand on,
impossible to find out and forbidding us to fall.
But then the miracle occurs,
after death I hear your voice again
so soft and full of tenderness
as if death never had existed
but was merely a bad dream to waken from,
bringing new life and hope
and courage to in spite of all
partake in the new creation
which after the ruins
will be the toughest work of all.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 450 times
Written on 2007-02-09 at 12:51
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