Occasional Impressions

Gemini 3

Rublev

My god walked pale from the grey steppe,
slit-eyed against the wind, & stopped,
said, Colour me, breathe your blood into my mouth.

I said, Here is the blood of all our people,
these are their bruises, blue & purple,
gold, brown, & pale green wash of death.

These (god) are the chromatic pains of flesh,
I said, I trust I make you blush,
O I shall stain you with the scars of birth

For ever. I shall root you in the wood,
under the sun shall bake you bread
of beechmast, never let you forth

To the white desert, to the starving band.
But we shall sit & speak around
one table, share one food, one earth.

rdw

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