May 15, 2008

Hump Day Poetry: Emanuel Litvinoff

Posted in Poetry at 12:07 am by The Lizard Queen

(One more before the book makes its journey back to Maine…)

A Crown for Cain

The Redemption
The river still runs vivid:
through my veins
wounds bleed my brother’s death
the dark heart holds the light
as in a womb closed to enlarge the seed.

All this is pain: the past
remembers the troubled dream of men
the falling stars of death
exploding in lurid flame
like livid roses burgeoning of blood.

The river still runs vivid:
down where it meets the bright shore
of the sea the sun forgets
your bitter moonwashed face

the tide runs high
at noon the builders mend
the curved ribs of their boats—
tomorrow they will launch the mind’s
marauding plunders of knowledge
on the perilous dark waters.

The river still runs vivid: O
my love must be what I am.

—Emanuel Litvinoff, 1973

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