Dear Thomas Merton was no mean poet, a fact not everybody knows, I think. This is glorious - the kind of thing you could imagine Friar Tuck writing - assuming that legendary religious was a Franciscan, as I've always thought of him!
When psalms surprise me with their music
And antiphons turn to rum
The Spirit sings; the bottom drops out of my soul.And from the center of my cellar, Love,
louder than thunder
Opens a heaven of naked air.New eyes awaken.
I send Love's name into the world with wings
And songs grow up around me like a jungle.
Choirs of all creatures sing the tunes
Your Spirit played in Eden.
Thomas Merton. [Selection from] "Psalm" in The Collected Poems of Thomas Merton. New York: New Directions Publishing Co., 1977: pp. 220-221.
4 comments:
Hi Mike. Thanks for joining our movie party. That was a hoot.
Merton was a man of many gifts. I love his poetry. I love nearly everything he writes.
Me too Mimi - Merton's the business!
That party will run and run - I've just sent Jan over to join in...
Mike, I added your blog to my Blog Friends list. I'll take it down if having it there might embarrass you.
Mimi, I am honoured, truly. (Being serious for once...)
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