No Shriek of Mine (English) No shriek of mine, it is the earth that thunders. Beware, beware, Satan has gone insane; cling to the clean dim floors of the translucent springs, melt yourself to the plate glass, hide behind the diamond’s glittering, beneath the stones, the beetle’s twittering, O sink yourself within the smell of fresh-baked bread, poor wretched one, poor wretch. Ooze with the fresh showers into the rills of earth - in vain you bathe your own face in your self, it can be cleansed only in that of others. Be the tiny blade upon the grass: greater than the spindle of the whole world’s mass. O you machines, birds, tree-branches, constellations! Our barren mother cries out for a child. My friend, you dear, you most beloved friend, whether it comes in horror or in grandeur, it is no shriek of mine, but the earth’s thunder. Frederick Turner & Ozsváth, Zsuzsanna
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 20:59:52 +0000
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