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‘Speaks true, who speaks shadows’
Paul Celan ‘From Threshold to Threshold’ 1955
‘For love is flesh, it is a
flower flooded with blood.
Did you think it was just a
little chat across a table?’
Marina Tsvetaeva ‘Poem of the End’, 1924
*
in this heraldic moment,
admit the lies and hypocrisy,
the glossed-over cowardice
and prison of denial
in this embodiment of time,
admit the sorrow of love,
and its glory,
in that sacred hearth,
admit its recluse
and requiem
in this heraldic moment,
admit the sanctuary of solitude,
the unrepentant blessing
of life’s curtain falling
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Mullumbimby, Australia 2019