(8 June 1920 – 4 December 1995 / Taringa, Queensland)

Triste, Triste

In the space between love and sleep
when heart mourns in its prison
eyes against shoulder keep
their blood-black curtains tight.
Body rolls back like a stone, and risen
spirit walks to Easter light;

away from its tomb of bone,
away from the guardian tents
of eyesight, walking alone
to unbearable light with angelic
gestures. The fallen instruments
of its passion lie in the relic

darkness of sleep and love.
And heart from its prison cries
to the spirit walking above:
'I was with you in agony.
Remember your promise of paradise,'
and hammers and hammers, 'remember me.'

by Gwen Harwood

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Comments (6)

WOW! ! ! ! very beautiful!
And heart from its prison cries to the spirit walking above: 'I was with you in agony. Remember your promise of paradise, '- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - that is an awesome piece of writing
Remember your promise of paradise; and hammers and hammers, remember me. Nice write. Thanks for sharing.
Christian imagery - rolls back like a stone, tomb, Easter light - suggests a longing for spiritual life, freedom from the emotions that hold the poet hostage. The body becomes a relic; love and life are portrayed as darkness. The poet is sad, sad because her heart, her voice can only call out to that transcendent state.
what an imagination of demise, love & heart.wonderful poem
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