"emer" poems
FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred moms had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless
years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
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[Para kay Emerson David V. Jacinto, February 16, 1962 - May 02, 2011)
Mula paglilihi sa ningas ng ilawang gasera
sa sulok ng angking dunong, kaisipa’y namunga,
hanggang sa pagluwal, kasaliw ang palakpak ng sigla,
ulilang panaghoy at sigaw ng malayong pag-asa
- sa panawaga’t tinig ng Inang Bayan, tumugon ka.
Kusang-loob, inihandog, buhay at panahon
Walang alinlangan, payak na pamumuhay ay tugon
Sa lamig ng gabing kamao’y nagkuyom
Kumot mo’y pusong malasakit ang nilikom
- Unan ay konsyensyang malinis at tapat sa layon.
Mapait na dagta ang sa damdami’y nanalaytay
tila ipinahid ng mahabang paghihintay
sa mayamang dibdib ng ating kinagisnang Inay
- ang Inang Kalikasan. Doon ka humimlay,
- Makabuluhang buhay ang iyong tagumpay
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
I AM tired of cursing the Bishop,
(Said Crazy Jane)
Nine books or nine hats
Would not make him a man.
I have found something worse
To meditate on.
A King had some beautiful cousins.
But where are they gone?
Battered to death in a cellar,
And he stuck to his throne.
Last night I lay on the mountain.
(Said Crazy Jane)
There in a two-horsed carriage
That on two wheels ran
Great-bladdered Emer sat.
Her violent man
Cuchulain sat at her side;
Thereupon'
Propped upon my two knees,
I kissed a stone
I lay stretched out in the dirt
And I cried tears down.
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Her eyes were lined in red,
she said
"the phones arent working."
Her voice is shaking.
"Come again?"
"The phones aren't working. Theres an emergency."
Her voice cracks on that word.
Emer
gen
cy?
Almost a question.
Though we know its not.
"What can I do for you?"
"Get the paramedics."
And her hands are shaking.
I grab the phone.
My hands start shaking.
"Theres an emergency."
Emer
gen
cy?
"She says he's not breathing."
And shes barely breathing.
With her eyes lined in red.
But she manages
answering
the four questions
they ask.
Only four.
Because its an Emergency.
Emer
gen
cy?
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC