LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

The poet, fearful of sentimentalist, refuses to name his experience when the figure of Christ arrives. He fears he will join a long retinue of worshippers who follow the image.

As the Christ enters the poet, the poet enters the Christ. and for forty days they dance in the twilight desert between life and death. ‘ Oh poet, sometimes you are the devil I must subdue.’

The poet is not a saint . The poet has the nature that accepts all occupations., all , activity. All manifestations and is reasonable about the contents that flow through his mind. Nothing is lost, it is only transformed from one state to another and expresses as well as the poet can express it.

The mind, vivified every day, so it is working at its optimum, neither swelling or receding but actively pursuing some creative design.