RonPrice
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And Here is A Second Prose-Poem
GOLD, SAPPHIRE AND BLOOD
Emile Bronte wrote the novel Wuthering Heights and a body of poetry called the Gondal just before and just after the Decalaration of the Bab. A study of this remarkable woman and her writings will reveal some interesting juxtapositions between the writings of this young, single woman in her twenties in England and the birth of a new revelation.
-Ron Price
What were those three inner gods
that warred so long in thee?
Are they the same that still fight on
so passionately in me?
What were those three rivers which
ran of equal depth and flow?
Gold, sapphire and blood they were,
tumbling in an inky sea below.
Not His writings, surely not!
What was that dazzling gaze?
That Ocean's sudden blaze?
The glad deep sparkled wide and bright,
white as the sun and far more fair
in the midst of your gloomy night.
That seer that you missed back then:
His glorious eye,
lighting the clouds
but once1,
He may have helped you
wish for life and not the
sleep of death.
1 so much of this poem comes from Emile Bronte's poem "A27" written on February 3, 1845. In this poem Bronte expresses the desire for death after years of suffering.
Ron Price
17 July 1998
GOLD, SAPPHIRE AND BLOOD
Emile Bronte wrote the novel Wuthering Heights and a body of poetry called the Gondal just before and just after the Decalaration of the Bab. A study of this remarkable woman and her writings will reveal some interesting juxtapositions between the writings of this young, single woman in her twenties in England and the birth of a new revelation.
-Ron Price
What were those three inner gods
that warred so long in thee?
Are they the same that still fight on
so passionately in me?
What were those three rivers which
ran of equal depth and flow?
Gold, sapphire and blood they were,
tumbling in an inky sea below.
Not His writings, surely not!
What was that dazzling gaze?
That Ocean's sudden blaze?
The glad deep sparkled wide and bright,
white as the sun and far more fair
in the midst of your gloomy night.
That seer that you missed back then:
His glorious eye,
lighting the clouds
but once1,
He may have helped you
wish for life and not the
sleep of death.
1 so much of this poem comes from Emile Bronte's poem "A27" written on February 3, 1845. In this poem Bronte expresses the desire for death after years of suffering.
Ron Price
17 July 1998