TE19 Iberian Adventure

Narda Azaria Dalgleish

am I the only afflicted such burning between fire and light... O womb-weighed woman, does lovers’ union arouse your desire to touch God?

Don’t waive wild weathers for insensate mildness lest you vapour away like Elijah. It’s easy to deny the divine corporality when lost... abashment humiliates

the continuum, shrivel-sapping vivacious powers of the verb ‘to be’. Abdicate your next step to liberty striding, now, when mortally humbled.

Those caged thought-birds are older than recollection, moulded by the very words from which worlds are still breathed-out into being – is man a doomed warden, or is he

the jailbirds? Agitated, I hear their flutter as if captured in a fireplace-sealed chimney. How was I to know these birds, pining heavenwards to no avail, are not me...

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