Poetry

by

Sara Smerdon.

 

 
'Contemplation is the way to knowledge; we contemplate the inert in order to oblige it to speak, to make it deliver up to us its ultimate truth.
The sacred, in the context of modern thought, is that which, to be formulated, requires a language whose secret our civilization has lost. This language can be mastered only by submitting our normal speech to distortion; it is the tongue of the hallucinated, of poetry, of metaphysical discourse.'
 
 
Adagio
 
Bridging the gap
 
Catching a glimpse
 
For Kathy
 
Honouring Madonna's child
 
Listen to our hearts
 
Markings in time
 
Nectar of thought
 
Not yet full moon
 
Past the fear
 
Petrified roots-Versteende wortels
 
Slipping behind
 
The message
 
The Breath of Life
 
The switch
 
The wind forlorn
 
Wind and Tree
 
I believe: An essay