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27 Oct 04 - 11:05 PM (#1309231) Subject: poem or essay on Darkness From: GUEST,Susan-MArie I'm usually asking for song suggestions but this time I need a reading on darkness - the GOOD aspects of darkness. Healing darkness, nurturing darkness, the darkness of germination and rest. No scary stuff. Tried the internet but couldn't get past the vampire and S&M pages. Figured there's a good chance some Mucatters could point me in the right direction. Many thanks! |
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27 Oct 04 - 11:18 PM (#1309236) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: Peace |
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28 Oct 04 - 03:47 AM (#1309346) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: Micca Susan Marie, this might be close to what you describe "Until The Dark Time ends" |
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28 Oct 04 - 08:08 AM (#1309450) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: freda underhill From THE SILVER SWAN by Kenneth Rexroth An hour before sunrise, The moon low in the East, Soon it will pass the sun. The Morning Star hangs like a Lamp, beside the crescent, Above the greying horizon. The air warm, perfumed, An unseasonably warm, Rainy Autumn, nevertheless The leaves turn color, contour By contour down the mountains. I watch the wavering, Coiling of the smoke of a Stick of temple incense in The rays of my reading lamp. Moonlight appears on my wall As though I raised it by Incantation. I go out Into the wooded garden And walk, nude, except for my Sandals, through light and dark banded Like a field of sleeping tigers. Our raccoons watch me from the Walnut tree, the opossums Glide out of sight under the Woodpile. My dog Ch'ing is asleep. So is the cat. I am alone In the stillness before the First birds wake. The night creatures Have all gone to sleep. Blackness Looms at the end of the garden, An impenetrable cube. A ray of the Morning Star Pierces a shaft of moon-filled mist. A naked girl takes form And comes toward me — translucent, Her body made of infinite Whirling points of light, each one A galaxy, like clouds of Fireflies beyond numbering. Through them, star and moon Still glisten faintly. She comes To me on imperceptibly Drifting air, and touches me On the shoulder with a hand Softer than silk. She says "Lover, do you know what Heart You have possessed?" Before I can answer, her Body flows into mine, each Corpuscle of light merges With a corpuscle of blood or flesh. As we become one the world Vanishes. My self vanishes. I am dispossessed, only An abyss without limits. Only dark oblivion Of sense and mind in an Illimitable Void. Infinitely away burns A minute red point to which I move or which moves to me. Time fades away. Motion is Not motion. Space becomes Void. A ruby fire fills all being. It opens, not like a gate, Like hands in prayer that unclasp And close around me. Then nothing. All senses ceased. No awareness, nothing, Only another kind of knowing Of an all encompassing Love that has consumed all being. Time has had a stop. Space is gone. Grasping and consequence Never existed. The aeons have fallen away. Suddenly I am standing In my garden, nude, bathed in The hot brilliance of the new Risen sun — star and crescent gone into light. |
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29 Oct 04 - 06:48 AM (#1310392) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: freda underhill http://www.1stpm.org/articles/darkness.html above is a link to an essay on comfort in darkness. and below, ... COMFORT OF WINTER Winter was a comfort, darkness gently wrapped around my waning self. In gray light, soft snow fell outside my window and darkness came early bringing me rest. I almost missed spring, a bud on the tree, a crocus or two. It dashed by the panes, so fleeting that I was left unprepared when summer arrived. Defiantly, it glares through the glass Too brilliant, the multitude of flowers. Sun glistens off leaves and grass jarring my vision. Heat drains away my spirit. So I wait for autumn's release of fire, bringing me back, to comfort of winter. © 1996 Anne Johnson |
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29 Oct 04 - 02:08 PM (#1310745) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: hesperis I and my husband call that the Wild Dark. It's not evil, it's very strong and primal. Good to see that other people are aware that Dark is something other than Evil! |
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29 Oct 04 - 02:27 PM (#1310761) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: PoppaGator Jesse Colin Young and the Youngbloods had a song called "Darkness, Darkness" that I used to sing pretty regularly years ago. Can't remember much of it now. I'll do a search for the lyrics and/or melody and come back to post if I'm successful. Young was a middling-famous folkie in the early 60s, notable for at least one blues-ish composition, "Four in the Mornin' [and the water is pourin' down]." He later moved from New York to San Francisco and jumped on the folk-rock bandwagon, forming his band the Youngbloods. Their one huge hit was, of course, "Get Together" ("C'mon, people now, smile on each other, everybody get together and love one another right now"). I read somewhere recently -- probably here at Mudcat -- that Jessie's in Hawaii now, in the gourmet-coffee-growing biz. |
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29 Oct 04 - 03:20 PM (#1310807) Subject: Lyr Add: DARKNESS, DARKNESS (Jesse Colin Young) From: PoppaGator Here you go: "Darkness, Darkness": (As a bonus, I'm also pasting in the next song listed on the lyrics page I found, interesting because the title/topic is the exact opposite -- "Sunlight") Darkness, darkness Jesse Colin Young Darkness, darkness, be my pillow, Take my hand, and let me sleep. In the coolness of your shadow, In the silence of your deep. Darkness, darkness, has me yearning, For things that cannot be. Keep me my mind from constant turning, Toward the things it cannot see, Things it cannot see, Things it cannot see. Darkness, darkness, long and lonesome, As the day brings the pain. I have found the edge of stillness, I live in the depth of fear. Darkness, darkness, be my blanket, Cover me with endless night, Take away the pain that flows away, Fill the emptiness with bright, Emptiness with bright, Emptiness with bright. Darkness, darkness, be my pillow, Take my hand, and let me sleep. In the coolness of your shadow, In the silence of your deep. Darkness, darkness, be my blanket, Cover me with endless night, Take away the pain that flows away, Fill the emptiness with bright, Emptiness with bright, Emptiness with bright. Sunlight Jesse Colin Young Have you seen the sunlight pouring through her hair And felt her warm mouth on ya in the summer's air Running in a field of brown, laughing, rolling on the ground now Smiling as she pulls you down That's the way she feels about you That's the way she feels about you If your dreams should wake you shaking in the night She can touch your face and take away all fright Like a tree in a meadow wind she will bend to take you in Makes no difference where you been That's the way she feels about you That's the way she feels about you--yeah If you wake up screaming, scared about what you're dreaming You know she is there, she can share You're aware she cares about you In the morning wake up laughing with the day She will smile and ask you with her eyes to stay Like the sunshine warms the sand She will touch you with her hand now Touching makes you understand That's the way she feels about you That's the way she feels about you La la la la la la La la la la la la If you wake up screaming, scared about what you're dreaming You know she is there, she can share You're aware she cares about you In the morning wake up laughing with the day She will smile and ask you with her eyes to stay Like the sunshine warms the sand She will touch you with her hand now Touching makes you understand Oh that's the way she feels about you That's the way she feels about you--yeah That's the way she feels about you That's the way she feels about you |
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29 Oct 04 - 03:44 PM (#1310830) Subject: RE: poem or essay on Darkness From: Clinton Hammond You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, And then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! - powers and people - and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights. (Rainier Maria Rilke - You Darkness) |