Incontovertibly and…
As if she had the wind at her back,
She is busy with her forceful efforts,
Creative in part, via certain lynch like law,
To enter the inner part of him,
Where he is alone, disowned,
To embrace his solitude,
And by way of her mathematics,
And seductive grammatics,
Add it to her loneliness,
The danger in this unaccountable categorics,
Is not to be inclined in the mind,
To underestimation, unholy as it is,
Of the singular Jesus separate in body,
In intimate closed communion.
16 comments:
Such a beautiful poem Sean..These words have a real deep resonance inside of me...Love it..
Thank you Dany...so happy that you liked it...
I know much of this isolation and loneliness. Love the weaving of words, Sean.
I like; this is lovely.
Many thanks Lisa...much appreciated...
seán
I like the echo and aliteration of language ... great poem with a good theme
Many thanks Valerie. The alliteration I try to avoid...always seems contrived to me somehow...but if it is there, it has just shot out of me!
It's not heavily aliterated, but it helps with the rhythm, which I think is good. Interesting that you didn't notice it or try to force it, this makes it more natural and a joy to read. I like it :)
I'm curious. What is the relationship between religion and language for you?
I am curious about your curiosity JEV !
Impossible to sum that up here..but from one very limited perspective, our idea, I would say, of what belongs to the realm of religion, is given to us in the language we use. The form of religious experience we have is determined by the concepts we use in our religious life...
And yet there is a whole debate amongst poets that raged during the sixties and seventies, presumptious though it may have been, on the one side, arguing that language is limited in its ability to express "real" experience, and on the other, that poetry holds a privileged position, with an ability to get closer to that "real" experience. The link to religion is there too, in that, somehow religious experience, to the extent that it may be "real", inhabits that gap between "felt" experience and language. Love this debate, though it may have been lost long ago.
Sean,
Your poetry is beautiful and haunting. Thank you for inviting me in. What a strange and wondrous pattern you weave.
Sibyl
Ah, I like allteration when it fits, reinfornces, or arrises spontaneously and is organic to the poem. A fine poem. Appreciated your comment on religion and language. Glad I found you. The magic of Facebook!
Yes Jamie, the aim is not to be "clever" with language, with alliteration or anything else...in fact strictly there is no "aim" at all where aim is purpose, and the more one seeks to be clever the more the work resembles a craft rather than a piece of art. The spontaneity is vital, and the language that captures it comes as close as possible to the experience of which it is an expression...
Many thanks Sib, your comment is very much appreciated...
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