Sunday, June 25, 2006

Sunday Poetry: Requiescat In Pacem

Just about every person I've talked to agrees with me that the last couple of weeks have been rough. One young man, however, has had to deal with heartbreak during that time. So, to show my affection and admiration for NTodd, the following poem by Dylan Thomas is offered in honor of his mother.


A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in harness

And I must enter again the round
Zion of the water bead
And the synagogue of the ear of corn
Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
Or sow my salt seed
In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

The majesty and burning of the child's death.
I shall not murder
The mankind of her going with a grave truth
Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
With any further
Elegy of innocence and youth.

Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter,
Robed in the long friends,
The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
Secret by the unmourning water
Of the riding Thames.
After the first death, there is no other.

2 Comments:

Blogger Hecate said...

Aw, shit. Now I'm crying and I hate to fucking cry. May the Goddess guard NTodd's mother. May she find her way to the Summerlands. May her friends and family know peace.

4:25 PM  
Blogger ntodd said...

Thank you so much. Today's been a tough day, and I'm crying again--that's a good thing.

4:27 PM  

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