Illumination
by R.T. Smith from Split the Lark
As if some monk bored
in the cold scriptorium
had let his quill
wander from the morning
Gospel, two tendrils
of wisteria
have scrolled
their green fervour
into the weave of a wicker
deck chair to whisper
with each spiral,
every sweet leaf
and dew sparkle,
Brother, come
with us, come home.
© RT Smith, 1999
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could there a be a simple moral epiphany here that one must change in order to live, one must realize to be illuminated, do to have done, or am i totally misreading it? you're thoughts?
oh yeah, and have you heard the crane wife yet, it's based on a japanese folk tale and it's the new album from the decemberists? glorious.
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