Tuesday, April 7, 2009

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell - Gwendolyn Brooks

Giacomo Puccini - "Recondita armonia," Tosca 
with Placido Domingo

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep my eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home,
My taste will not have turned insensitive
To honey and bread old purity could love.

from Selected Poems (1963)


Manuela said...

thank you vv for the poem

Roxana said...

oh- it is simply brilliant!!! thank you m for posting it :-)

Manuela said...

I know, I can't get enough of it, I keep coming back to read it. I'm well into learning it by heart, though now with JZ there's strong competition...