I had you penned—shepherd
singer, rifleman, drummer
farmer’s son, anger’s creature
honor’s fledged, one alone
mourning, hoping, anointed
afraid—beneath this glaze
you crack and fade, rise
river-like, green and gone
to shadow

Reading Mitchell’s Rilke again: The Spanish Trilogy.

4 thoughts on “Archetypal”

  1. Just ‘wow’ … ok, two more things: your list is wonderfully complicated and rich and the image of cracking glaze is perfect. I think I need to figure out how to quote you on that.

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