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Ladataan... The Weather of the Heart (Wheaton Literary)Tekijä: Madeleine L'Engle
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Kirjaudu LibraryThingiin nähdäksesi, pidätkö tästä kirjasta vai et. Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. I was reading this book in August and misplaced it. Last week I found it and reread many of the poems and finished the book. L’Engle’s poetry ranges from okay to brilliant flashes of light. In rereading, I discovered that some of the poems that didn’t seem to have those flashes the first time, spoke to me more deeply the second time. I’m finding it difficult to review this book because it seems to be a collection of personal “communions” that she is sharing with the reader as one would share with a friend. These poems are spiritual and because she is a Christian they are written from that perspective. However, I would not call most of these “Christian” poems because the emphasis is on a spiritual inner life rather than on any religion. Many times I felt that “aha!” moment of seeing myself in her poetry. Here are a few examples. The first one I posted in October on the previous thread because it was my “birthday” poem this year. It is also the poem that give the title to the book. To a Long Loved Love: 3 I know why a star gives light Shining quietly in the night; Arithmetic helps me unravel The hours and years this light must travel To penetrate our atmosphere. I count the craters on the moon With telescopes to make them clear. With delicate instruments I measure Secrets of barometric pressure. Therefore I find it inexpressibly queer That with my own soul I am out of tune, That I have not stumbled on the art Of forecasting the weather of the heart. Here are two others I particularly love. …Set to the Music of the Spheres Pain is a partner I did not request; This is a dance I did not ask to join; whirled in a waltz when I would stop and rest, Jolted and jerked, I ache in bone and loin. Pain strives to hold me close in his embrace; If I resist and try to pull away His grasp grows tighter; closer comes his face; hotter his breath. If he is here to stay Then I must learn to dance this painful dance, Move to its rhythm, keep my lagging feet In time with his. Thus have I a chance To work with pain, and so may pain defeat. Pain is my partner. If I dance with pain Then may this wedlock be not loss but gain. Sonnet, Trinity 18 Peace is the center of the Atom, the core Of quiet within the storm. It is not A cessation, a nothingness; more The lightning in reverse is what Reveals the light. It is the law that binds The atom’s structure, ordering the dance Of proton and electron, and that finds Within the midst of flame and wind, the glance In the still eye of the vast hurricane. Peace is not placidity; peace is The power to endure the megatron of pain With joy, the silent thunder of release, The ordering of Love. Peace is the atom’s start, The primal image: God within the heart. näyttää 2/2 ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
Madeleine L'Engle bids us, in her own words, to "sit at sacrament" with her "across a strange and distant table." It is a paschal event, a meal of rememberence. Where her own hurt is cruciform, we are the more alive. When she admits arrogance in Gethsemane, we, too, remember glutting on unleavened loaves. But as she herself declares: "Never was a feast finer than this. Come, eat and drink, unfreeze and live." --Calvin Miller, author of The Singer Trilogy Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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L'Engle uses a variety of verse forms in this volume, again with varying degrees of success. I found some of the strongest poems to be those which used the most formal verse forms, the discipline of the structure helping to give the most clarity to the emotions expressed within. ( )