Monday, May 9, 2016

Verse, Low and High

We just completed a full week of nothing but clouds and rain. To make sense of my sinking mood, I felt moved to versify: "April showers / Bring May flowers / May showers, on the other hand / Just suck."

Sorry, I couldn't help myself. By way of amends, let me share this prose poem from Leonard Cohen's Book of Mercy. It's called "In the Eyes of Men."
In the eyes of men he falls, and in his own eyes too. He falls from his high place, he trips on his achievement. He falls to you, he falls to know you. It is sad, they say. See his disgrace, say the ones at his heel. But he falls radiantly toward the light to which he falls. They cannot see who lifts him as he falls, or how his falling changes, and he himself bewildered till his heart cries out to bless the one who holds him in his falling. And in his fall he hears his heart cry out, his heart explains why he is falling, why he had to fall, and he gives over to the fall. Blessed are you, clasp of the falling. He falls into the sky, he falls into the light, none can hurt him as he falls. Blessed are you, shield of the falling. Wrapped in his fall, concealed within his fall, he finds the place, he is gathered in. While his hair streams back and his clothes tear in the wind, He is held up, comforted, he enters into the place of his fall. Blessed are you, embrace of the falling, foundation of the light, master of the human accident.

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