Beauty (from Blackbirds)


9/18/05 and 05/30/07

How terrible to behold true Beauty, whose undaunted presence stirs such passion and life from deep inside the very being while all else and everything fade away into a despairing void that must have… it never remains satisfied with a mere glance or word …or touch, rather within each moment of its presence the hunger intensifies until all the world is sold in one last and foolish attempt to take that which, like the wind itself, cannot be held… cannot be caught – for no sooner has it been grasped, but then it is gone, never again to return. This is the curse of man: that he might tame the land, tame the beasts, stand against nature and tame the immortal gods… and even, at last, tame himself; but even as he sells all he might ever possess – he will never tame Beauty.

(posted in response to a comment made by Marc and some recent discussions on who got it worse Adam or Eve)


Two – (a Riddle)


Two will cripple a man,

more than sharpest pain,

or cruelest injury.

Plague and Pestilence

cannot break the spirit

with the Elegance and Ease

by which these Two

rend man asunder.


One dances through the light,

rejoicing in a river of praise

that flows from the lips of man and woman alike.

The other skulks in the shadows,

shunned, scorned,


One fills the heart with wonder and joy.

The other turns the blood cold and numb with terror.


They take sight from the eyes and give weakness to the knees.

They make the wise numb and set passions aflame.

They are the fraternal twins of the green planet,

the Nightbird and the Morningstar,

that at once bring the dead to life

and bring life to the flame.

They share their Lovers,

keeping nothing to themselves –

To kiss one is to embrace the other.


Perhaps, in the end,

it is these Two who will rule us all,

Fate and Fortune dancing between them,

and all the grand Cosmos lost in their play.