Alchemical Poetry The Holy Longing

Alchemical Poetry The Holy Longing Cover Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, Because the mass man will mock it right away, I praise what is truly alive, What longs to be burned to death. In the calm of the love-nights, Where you were begotten, where you have begotten, A strange feeling comes over you When you see the silent candle burning. Now you are no longer caught In the obsession with darkness, And a desire for higher love-making Sweeps you upward. Distance does not make you falter, Now, arriving in magic, flying, And, finally, insane for the Light, You are the butterfly and you are gone. And so long as you haven’t experienced This: to die and so to grow, You are only a troubled guest On the dark earth. by Goethe (1814); translated by Robert Bly

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