standing still
throughout
the duration
of the light
into the long
darkness
darkness
the call to prayer
listening
to the call
to prayer
the sky
still dark
the sun
slow in coming
this morning
speak to me of winding roads
speak to me
of winding roads
the setting sun
just over the horizon
and miles to go
in our handmade cart
before the inevitable
darkness overwhelms us
whisper my name
whisper
my name
in
dark rooms
let
me sink
into
your heart
from 90 North by Randall Jarrell
I reached my North and it had meaning.
Here at the actual pole of my existence,
Where all that I have done is meaningless,
Where I die or live by accident alone–
Where, living or dying, I am still alone;
Here where North, the night, the berg of death
Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness,
I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from the darkness–that the darkness flung me–
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
A Papago song of the night
In the great night my heart will go out,
Toward me the darkness comes rattling,
In the great night my heart will go out.
translated by Frances Densmore & an unidentified interpreter
the light of day
light creeps
into morning
as hope
erases
the darkness
that came
before
Leonard Durso 