Breathing on a Wednesday
In the long beginning, when the Earth still tasted sweet, when birdsong vermilion and bluer-than-blue
was visible over flowers, when trees conversed with strangers, we wandered unafraid;-- until the first
stirrings of those besotted with wounds, with shattered things and dust / whispering, whispering / odd
songs of subdued but slowly blistering thoughts, glossy nettles leading to gripes, tormina, the false
Queen’s Yellow to scourge our bones, a contorted forging to remove from us all but the scoria of our
souls;--vaporous air, heavy with mercuried malice, exudation of a million saintless, pushing against our
lungs, yet still we breathe, ragged pneumatics, pulsing, through a trochar through our flesh, yet on we
Searching For The Sphinx By The Fountain
“Dreaming my way back to my childhood,
Long-forgotten images rattle my gray and astonished mind. […]
There sits the Sphinx by the fountain,
There opens the fig-tree into bloom,
There, behind that window, I dreamed my very first dream.”
—Adelbert von Chamisso, “The Boncourt Castle” (1827); translation by Daniel A. Rabuzzi.
Home is not a place,
It’s a breaching, a breathing, a ghost
Around a corner
In a courtyard of lost grace and fading.
Home is a journey, the journey,
No tickets, no schedules, stations obscured,
Behind failed glass and warping.
Home is the Sphinx with her questions,
Fluid, ominous, lean (leaning),
Speaking at once four languages
On the borders of worlds past.
Placate, assure (indexical)
Do not resist the joy
That is home.
That is home.
The sorcerers sing words of charcoal,
Weird-women weave spells of night,
Requesting of the dark,
For aid petitioning,
To etch love and meaning with ebony
Into the heedless white,
Into the cold white shorelessness,
Drawing from the warm wine-darkness
For succor, for celebration,
For songs to unstitch a shroud.
Daniel A. Rabuzzi has had two novels, five short stories and ten poems published since 2006 (www.danielarabuzzi.com). He lived eight years in Norway, Germany and France. He has degrees in the study of folklore & mythology and European history. He lives in New York City with his artistic partner & spouse, the woodcarver Deborah A. Mills (www.deborahmillswoodcarving.com).
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