A Poem by LR Young

TS Eliot wrote how april was the cruelest month,
a sanction of rain on dry earth,
a thirsting growth.
I am only a small collection of other letters, I would never
live up to his holy shanti om shadows
& expectations, but the sarcophagus
in the king's chamber, lies ready for
90 degree walking ascensions
the haiku
& the right angle
of the cherry blossom,
the spring of my own awakening.
My hands look different to me
in this light, the lines of my life,
the one I make with,
& the one that hides
the secret at the beginning, tie in-roads
to the sleeping warrior, some Shangri-La,
some Shambhala mountain top, where
the vision beheld by my eyes
is more than a salvatory mirroring, the lotus
in the palm of consorts, the cobra coiled
at the root (the foot of a white elephant)
cast in bands about your throat --
feel the salted heart beating there;
I am protected only from myself
& my more Kafka moments,
metamorph-ing, but I am nothing like
a homoerotic entomologist's wet dream;
I was never one for overnight meta-sessions,
or reading Poe (if I hear of that raven
even one more time, I'll ... ) but then
the earliest light breaks through
the fiber of the morning, my cocoon
split like a lip,
& saturating luminescent
adulation, the first welling into the space between
the warmth of whole things, suddenly transparent
like the space between love
& procreative efforts, it takes the company
of eleven or twelve for even one to enter.

© 2009 LR Young

Author's Note

LR Young
Lepidoptera is a large order of insects that includes moths and butterflies.

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Listen to " What does T.S. Eliot Know About You?" on my play list by East River Pipe.

I have been to Shamballa once, very quickly, in meditation, the home of the Tantric masters. Having been initiated here on this plane, they gave me a quick smirk and sent me back to my bed.

Engaging poem by one who knows more than the masses,

Posted 11 Years Ago

But then, what did Mr. Eliot know, except what he was looking at (and that, with a friendly nod from Mr. Pound). I've not taken near the pleasure drinking from that well, as I have from this. (But, what do I know?)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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LR Young
LR Young

Boulder, CO

LR Young completed her Masters in Literature in Spring of 2009. Her current emphasis is poetry, the intimacy of words and string of consciousness revelations, rhythm and imagery. It is just as Ginsber.. more..