UNIVERSITY OF HUNGER/ ON THE FOURTH NIGHT OF HUNGER STRIKE/ WHAT CAN A MAN DO MORE/ CHILDHOOD OF A VOICE/ WHERE ARE FREE MEN/ AFTER ONE YEAR/ YOU ARE INVOLVED/ BLACK FRIDAY 1862/ ANONYNMOUS

ANONYNMOUS

Just as you come sometimes, unheralded

Kind shower from an unexpected cloud

So now your presence I do re-invoke

As you have offered, I have welcomed it.

 

It is that sadness in your face I brood on

Rapt student in a dream with strange new speech

Yourself you are as unaware as I

And fertile is the silence we endure.

 

Ineffable the vastness of the heart

Whether we die as children or as men

Embodying both bright flower and live see

The fruit of passion ripens where it wants.

 

If these are riddles, riddles write themselves

And where we end no starting indicates

Your eyes that sparkle teach me how to mourn

For all our deaths are certain as our births.

 

And making this today I test the burden

Then free myself, but not to weigh you down

What we call wings the birds can give no name

To heaven is their flight, on earth our sin.