August 15, 2011

The Ancient Night of Your Name

The End of the Day, by Vincent van Gogh

A thousand theologians were immersed
in the ancient night
of your name.
Virgins awoke to you
and lads in silver shimmered
in you, you battleground.

In your cloistered walkways
poets would meet.
Gentle, deep, and masterful,
they were kings and queens of sound.

You are the tender evening hour
that all poets equally love.
You are the darkness pressing within them
and the treasure each discovers,
in surrounding you with endless praise.

A hundred thousand harps lift
and swing you out of silence.
And your primordial winds are bringing
to all things and needs
the breath of your majesty.

The Book of Hours I, 54

2 comments:

  1. Oh so beautiful.

    The most lovely time of the day, in my opinion, that tender evening hour. For this to represent this Being, Life, what better?

    O to be a king or queen of sound, to join the hundred thousand harps to swing him out of silence . . . ! The breath of majesty. Oh my. The richness of this, the elegance, the tenderness.

    ReplyDelete

"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!