As I approach, the sleeping feral cat turns…and we bow together.
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May 12, 2013 at 7:41 pm
A camel? Interesting. Dry desert land creatures, full of wind and sand…(and time?).
May 11, 2013 at 7:11 am
My. Corona is one complex little poem, isn’t it? I’m going to have to think about it a little further. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Somehow I see autumn as a camel…nibbling seeds…It is time the stone made an effort to flower..
May 10, 2013 at 8:15 pm
I’ve been contemplating and writing a response to a poem with a similar image or idea. The poem, Corona by Paul Celan, begins with these stunning lines:
Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From there my own thoughts emerge, but as of yet have not developed into anything I’d like to publish here on WordPress.
But there you go. In response to your question, Who is the lion and who is the lamb? I give you Paul Celan’s autumnal beast.
May 6, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Yes, but who is the lion and who is the lamb?
May 3, 2013 at 9:00 pm
This feel like a lion meets the lamb kind of image/idea. Dreamlike and ideal.