moving and wonderful. A whispered sense of Donne and Rimbaud? Very much enjoyed "like a bee upon a stem" and And I’m staying still Dictating all the motions of my will.
So beautiful. My English mum and I were searching for poems read by Alan Rickman. How lucky I feel to stumble upon your readings and your poetry. Your words arrive like notes of music- know that you are bringing beauty and inspiration to many corners of the earth and those who find your readings are truly grateful.
I was searching for love, In the place a wiseman said was the land of death; Then I felt myself evolve In the exhalation of my purest breath; Now I’m moving on, For the world could do with a touch of my mother’s son. I went down to the crossroads, I got down on my frail bended knee, And I saw how the world, Was exactly as it was supposed to be; Now I’m heading south, While a northern breath still whispers in my mouth. I threw myself to devils, I fought them off without a single blow, For the lord of all the angels Is dwelling in my immortal soul; And I’m staying still Dictating all the motions of my will. I am searching for no one, I am burning in the pits of the biggest fire, Colder than a maggot, And crueler than the wind of dark desire, Like a bee on a stem, On the heart of all time’s oblivion, I am living forever, As I find the way into my father’s home, Where I’ll weave a pale garment And dance my hair through a golden comb; I spy a boat on the sea, And another leaf falling from the dying tree.
moving and wonderful. A whispered sense of Donne and Rimbaud? Very much enjoyed "like a bee upon a stem" and And I’m staying still
Dictating all the motions of my will.
Oh this is just amazing and so beautiful. xx
Superb 😊
Illuminating
New poem, new look! I like either much
Amazing poem, mate! New book coming?
So beautiful. My English mum and I were searching for poems read by Alan Rickman. How lucky I feel to stumble upon your readings and your poetry. Your words arrive like notes of music- know that you are bringing beauty and inspiration to many corners of the earth and those who find your readings are truly grateful.
Thank you. Glad you like the poems.
I was searching for love,
In the place a wiseman said was the land of death;
Then I felt myself evolve
In the exhalation of my purest breath;
Now I’m moving on,
For the world could do with a touch of my mother’s son.
I went down to the crossroads,
I got down on my frail bended knee,
And I saw how the world,
Was exactly as it was supposed to be;
Now I’m heading south,
While a northern breath still whispers in my mouth.
I threw myself to devils,
I fought them off without a single blow,
For the lord of all the angels
Is dwelling in my immortal soul;
And I’m staying still
Dictating all the motions of my will.
I am searching for no one,
I am burning in the pits of the biggest fire,
Colder than a maggot,
And crueler than the wind of dark desire,
Like a bee on a stem,
On the heart of all time’s oblivion,
I am living forever,
As I find the way into my father’s home,
Where I’ll weave a pale garment
And dance my hair through a golden comb;
I spy a boat on the sea,
And another leaf falling from the dying tree.