Milosz

Harder to get back into this groove than I thought!

Spent too much of the afternoon working on lyrics for a couple of new Alte Rockers songs. Counting down to Purim; "Good Jews Don't" and "(Talkin' 'bout) My Congregation" in the works right now. Oh, and "Bright Jews," the old Bob Seger fave.

Here are the next two poems from the JRF session last weekend, by Amichai and Milosz.

Amichai, "God’s Fate"

God’s fate
is now like the fate
of trees and stones, sun and moon,
in whom people stopped believing
when they began to believe in him.

But he must stay with us:
at least like the trees, at least like the stones
and like the sun and the moon and the stars.


Milosz, "On Prayer"

You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.
All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge
And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard,
Above landscapes the color of ripe gold
Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun.
That bridge leads to the shore of Reversal
Where everything is just the opposite and the word 'is'
Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned.
Notice: I say we; there, every one, separately,
Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh
And knows that if there is no other shore
We will walk that aerial bridge all the same.

Comments always welcome--and questions.