If the prophets broke in If the prophets broke in through doors of night, the zodiac of the demon gods like a terrible garland wound round the head– rocking the mysteries of the falling and rising heaven on their shoulders– for those long strangers to horror– If the prophets broke in through doors of night, making the milky ways shine golden on their palms– for those long sunk in sleep– If the prophets broke in through doors of night, tearing open wounds with their words in the fields of habit, bringing in something quite romote for the day labourer who has long since ceased to wait in the evening–If the prophets broke in through doors of night, and sought an ear as a home– Ear of humankind overgrown with nettles would you hear it? If the voice of the prophets were to blow on the flute bone of the murdered children, breathed out the burnt air of the martyre’ cry– if it built a bridge from the dying sighs of old people– Ear of humankind intent on petty listening, would you hear it?~ Nelly Sachs
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 11:11:43 +0000
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