January 11, 2006

And I knew envy . . .

Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my eyes, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet, I can make my way to you,
Without a mouth I can swear your name.

Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
With my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

- from Rilke’s Book of Hours
Love Poems to God

Man, that’s beautiful. Wish I could write poetry again but my brain’s been so addled by legal stuff that rhyme and meter and free verse appear alien to it now. I envy Marlon (I know, envy's wrong but I'm sinful) and the way he writes poetry--in filipino at that.

Still, in God’s time, perhaps some day, I’ll write poetry again from the psalms that I’m singing now in my heart.


Anonymous said...

Nice love poem but a bit morbid. Does it speak of injury, death, and love?

Ella said...

why not publish ur old poems? we'd like to read them...

Ted said...

I would if I could find them. Misplaced my notebook containing most of them; still looking for it.

Anonymous said...

I hope you find it sir. You taught us criminal law. Now that we're lawyers, please continue to teach us how to nourish our souls.

Auntie Beth said...

Anonymous no.1 must learn to see (read/understand) with supernatural eyes.

The poem is glorious!

I'm liking your blogspot very much, Ted. You are truly a blessing.