Sunday, 15 June 2014

Where I become You - Antjie Krog

Where I become You
Star-stung blind and dying in gravitation
You come
Hard stained and upwards
You come
Your crystal breath at the mouth-close sound of birds
Star-stung blind
Stars dying
Stars breathtakingly closest galactic site
I’m one, I must become
I’m fastened
with wrists that can pile up stars

The true you
The yes you
The grass still rustles from your ankles
Just now, each time I look up
Turning away
Astral bird-song wrapped in night
Let the word come right through you
Let more come than I
More than the undermining mind
The badgering mind
The endlessly eyeing mind
Let us become
Nakedly unmoved
That which we never could have become

Autumn the singularity from your sleep before dawn
All signals roam through your tongue and we hold each other’s blood in trust
My lived one
My faith song enraptured
Your non-negotiable breath makes of us separate ones in the course of time
Oh…my embodied love lingering in gravity

Antjie Krog (born 1952) South Africa

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