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Sunday Poetry

In a Dark Time
— b
y Theodore Roethke


In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;

I hear my echo in the echoing wood–

A lord of nature weeping to a tree.

I live between the heron and the wren,

Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!

I know the purity of pure despair,

My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,

That place among the rocks–is it a cave,

Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady stream of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,

And in broad day the midnight come again!

A man goes far to find out what he is–

Death of the self in a long, tearless night,

All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,

Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I ?

A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.

The mind enters itself, and God the mind,

And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

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  • November 16, 2008, 2:40 pm Thalia Took

    It never ceases to amaze me the themes/parallels that ripple through the Pagan blog-world. Though I suppose if I had some kind of actual faith in these things I wouldn’t be surprised at all.

    But last night for my Goddess of the Week I picked Melaina, the Black One, a chthonic and dark version of Demeter.

  • November 18, 2008, 10:08 am Beth Owl's Daughter

    Oh, thanks for pointing to this! What a wonderful blog you have and a powerful, beautiful homage to Melaina and Demeter!

    And I totally agree with this observation. Of course, I think that if we are at all attuned to the Seasons and the Earth’s rhythms, we can’t help but be fascinated by the ancestor tales and the energy itself that resonates with the deepening dark.