Maya Campos

I wish this had not been wiped from the stall, for none else lived when it'd gone unnoticed:

Poem 380 ''Maybe this is the beginning of madness. Maybe it’s your conscience: a knot of life in which we are seized and known and untied for existence.''

So in cathedrals of crystals not found on earth the prudent spider of light draws the ribs apart and gathers them again into one bundle.

''And gathered together by one thin beam the bundles of pure lines give thanks. One day they will meet, they will assemble like guests with the visors up,''

''and here on earth, not in heaven, as in a house filled with music, if only we don’t offend them, or frighten them away. How good to live to see it!''

''Forgive me for what I am saying. Read it to me quietly, quietly.''

—Osip Mandelstam, trans. WS Merwin (source: Erico &amp; tumblr)