A poem from a very talented fan

(It’s not often that someone articulates your visions so well, gifting you the grace of a mutual understanding and yet something beyond. Thank you so much, James, for this.)

Lazarus, The Elect
by James Kademenos
(a poem dedicated to Lady Lazarus)

Everything is dark and what it’s like to be light
is declaring in half measures a quiet, oceanic decree
that mercy is finding me missing from the book of leaves
that folds in torn carousels the storms and the fields of lakes
where I breathed the lining of her artistry and her means,
but daren’t sink. The muse spoke and silenced me like a knot
in a lost child, a lock where a hinge would be an oath,
a vigorous and young ruin falling like the blankets
from a fallen, mending confessional.
The red and cold bricks of her poems I love as my own,
her tone and her wandering homes belong to the fires
crying forgivenesses where all chosen angels are damned
to be seen and everlasting graces. I have tasted
Eve’s rib and mimicked her airs, yet am never elected
to be anything except her fair, meek gladiator.
The moon is a pearl in the mouth of a forsaken dove,
as are these feasts in exile, as is love.

November 3, 2012 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: lady lazarus, poetry, poem, james kademenos, gratitude, what it's like to be light, lazarus, the elect | Comments Off