LOVERS ON THE ROAD
Vengan, Siganme,--les dijo Jesús.
Marcos 1: 17
The Night Mare is one of the cruellest aspects of the White Goddess. Her nests, when one comes across them in dreams, lodged in rock-clefts or the branches of enormous hollow yews, are built of carefully chosen twigs, lined with white horse-hair and the plumage of prophetic birds and littered with the jaw-bones and entrails of poets. The prophet Job said of her: ‘She dwelleth and abideth upon the rock. Her young ones also suck up blood.’
Robert Graves, The White Goddess, p. 26
tea together in the purple starry eve;
new moon soon to set,
why does it take so
long to learn to
love,
Gary Snyder, “Bedrock,” Turtle Island
Not easy work, this.
Primeros seguidores. First followers.
Let me speak direct.
Hablo desde mi corazón.
Nada escondido.
Those called the disciples.
No one learns this path at a lakeside retreat.
Son principiantes hasta el final.
Always beginners.
Jim Bodeen
12 October 2011—5 December 2011
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