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
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.