the caravan is come
the caravan is gone

now the darkness empties
the evening of our vague weeping

worming into the undertow
into the purpled flesh

of learned loneliness
bending forward toward

the pledge of another dawn
when again the caravan

will return and sere lips
will part to utter once again

abba     abba     not knowing
how else to begin

–M. Salomon

Photo credit: IMG_4084 by le jeune étranger


~ by matt on 22 June 2008.

3 Responses to ““wildereness””

  1. These are profound words that most likely impress each reader differently. For me, these are spiritual words and represent a place I have been before, which is the dark night of the soul. A desert place where ‘lonliness won’t leave you alone’ and your only hope is to call out to your Creator. Now, that may not be your intent at all, but that is the beauty of poetry! Some things can be left up to the imagination of the reader.

  2. Thanks so much Scotti. Once a poem is out and about, I’m not really sure a poet has any claim to any particular reading (his or her intent) and I certainly appreciate yours in this case.

  3. I just happened on this picture from google images. I was searching for a picture of something I read:

    The mind, which is immortal, makes itself
    Requital for its good and evil thoughts-
    Is its own origin of ill, and end-
    And its own place and time, its innate sense,
    When stripped of this mortality, derives
    No color from the fleeting things without,
    But is absorbed in sufferance or in joy;
    Born from the knowledge of its own desert.

    I didn’t know what type of site this was, and it’s only in search of the photographer I came to see it, but curiously I get a similar feeling from your own work. From a fellow traveler, then, farewell.

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