Gregory Orr – Ⅱ
Part Two (Selections)*
I never planned to die.
I never expected to be reborn.
I didn’t give much thought
To anything, until
The Book let me know
The score. The Book
Did most of the talking.
“Where is your mother?”
The Book asked, as if
I was a lost child.
“She’s gone,” I answered.
“How is it then, I saw her
Inside me and talked with her,
As I talked with all the mothers,
Listened to all the fathers
Who spoke of their sons
And their daughters
And the lonely ones who had
No sons or daughters?”
All that between two covers?
In a book the size of a matchbox?
You have to open it.
If you want to see the light,
You have to strike the match.
*
Facing away from the light,
I looked at the world,
But so much of it
Was obscured
By my own long shadow.
Turned around now, I see
Each object
Gilded and glowing
In the sun, know
The sum of them
Is the beautiful
Body of the beloved,
Which is the world.
I never planned to die.
I never expected to be reborn.
I didn’t give much thought
To anything, until
The Book let me know
The score. The Book
Did most of the talking.
“Where is your mother?”
The Book asked, as if
I was a lost child.
“She’s gone,” I answered.
“How is it then, I saw her
Inside me and talked with her,
As I talked with all the mothers,
Listened to all the fathers
Who spoke of their sons
And their daughters
And the lonely ones who had
No sons or daughters?”
All that between two covers?
In a book the size of a matchbox?
You have to open it.
If you want to see the light,
You have to strike the match.
*
Facing away from the light,
I looked at the world,
But so much of it
Was obscured
By my own long shadow.
Turned around now, I see
Each object
Gilded and glowing
In the sun, know
The sum of them
Is the beautiful
Body of the beloved,
Which is the world.