I was looking in my old files and this is a translation of a poem by St. John of the Cross, to sharpen thy teeth upon :)
Best,
Rebecca
Rebecca Seiferle
www.thedrunkenboat.com
1
That eternal spring is hidden.
How well I know where she sleeps
even if it's night!
2
I don't know her origins since she has none,
but I know from her, all origins have arisen,
even if it's night.
3
I know no created thing could be so lovely
and that the heavens and the earth drink of her beauty,
even if it's night.
4
I know her depths are fathomless,
and that no one can cross or penetrate her mysteries,
even if it's night.
5
Her clarity never dims
and I know from her all light emerges,
even if it's night.
6
I know her waters, so voluminous,
water heaven, hell, and all the nations,
even if it's night.
7
I know that the current born in her font
is capacious and omnipotent,
even if it's night.
8
I know that the current proceeds from both
and it is preceded by neither,
even if it's night.
9
Her eternal spring is hidden within
this living bread to give us life,
even if it's night.
10
She is here, herself, calling to the creatures,
and they are filled with her water, even in darkness,
even if it's night.
11
In the bread of life, I see
her, this living spring, the one that I desire
even if it's night.
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