the day before Adam came
to name the animals,
The gold skins newly dropped
from God's bright fingers, still
implicit with the light.
A day like this, perhaps:
a winter whiteness
haunting the creation,
as we are sometimes
haunted by the space
we fill, or by the forms
we might have known
before the names,
beyond the gloss of things.
---John Burnside.
2 comments:
oh this is gorgeous, both the kiefer and the poem!!!
thank you
this was on the cover of a book I misplaced last night, a very interesting book on 'judgement' in kant and Smith. spent 20 minutes looking for it in the cool morning light and couldn't but help think, maybe it's lying there amongst the weeds and someone, years from now will pick it up.
anyways...thanks for popping in..always a pleasure to have you visiting! :-)
hi!
:-)
K.
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