The Heraclitan Bird Prepares For Death
Denied by all, the black and cursèd bird
Encased within the pang of pain and grieving,
And painted with a crest that sang deceiving,
Defied the world -- corrupting all they heard.
By savage river hid from land absurd,
It made its rest in thorny nest believing
Rewards of love were never its achieving;
Deservèd of the judgement for its word.
To wander on in aimless wingèd travels --
How suffering had made its spirit fled,
Exiled, in crisis cries its frame unfed;
Exhausted still, its little will unravels --
Near setting sun, its world undone in red;
Defiled, the thirsting flame engulfs the dead.
Resurrection Of The Heraclitan Bird
Return to earth, that brought your birth, in ash:
Inside your hell, and raised unwell, your singing
Sounds silent now -- at last these notes quit ringing --
Ensnared, your toil within the soil would clash.
But many beasts were phased by such a lash;
Instead the spirits mourn, as fountain springing --
Resolve to live, and leave your sorrow -- clinging,
Despaired the beasts -- so torn at brethren’s crash.
For as they spoke that futile seeming prayer --
Like alchemy allows the metal turn --
You thus awoke with joyous croak! The urn
Now breaks in hopeful flight -- you take to air --
O’er world of bliss, without the worlds that burn,
When fresh, with kiss to heaven, you return.
These are two sonnets written in English. The poems concern themes of suffering, death, and resurrection.