Venus and Mars
The darker the night,
the stronger the stars,
the fiercer the fight
of Venus and Mars.
They fight not each other
but darkness and cold,
they each hold a banner
embroidered with gold.
The later the hour,
the likelier dawn,
with fire and flower
in splendour reborn!
Christina Egan © 2016
This poem takes up my thoughts about the elements in the previous post: here, the male and female principles are involved in a common struggle rather than a struggle against each other.
‘Dawn’ refers to the dawn of the new year in early spring as much as to the time of the day; and springtime is even more unpredictable than daylight, precisely in a northern country.
psalm für dich
ein schwebender lebender planet
ist dein auge
ein schimmernder sternennebel
manche menschen drehen sich nach dir um
und auch manche engel
Gott hat dich erfunden
um sich zu erfreuen
Christina Egan © 2012
This poem has just been published in the Münsterschwarzacher Bildkalender 2017.
The person described may be someone the speaker is in love with or someone else, like a young child. Ultimately, it could be each one of us. I imagine that God feels as passionately about each human being as we feel only about very few others… and of course, still never as passionately.
I want to rest my stormy eyes
in yours to find a moment’s calm;
I want to rest my wounded hands
in yours to find their strongest balm.
I need to lay my heart by yours,
which cast this fast and forceful charm,
I need to hear your heart tune in
to sing a brief and burning psalm.
Christina Egan © 2003
Glowing orange orbs,
cluster of new-born planets:
this year’s first roses!
Dusk, delayed, scented:
the earth emerged from the dark,
bedecked like a bride.
Below the half-moon
a low-flying aeroplane
slices up the sky.
The tower-clock strikes,
bright, as if an angel called:
Be alive! Alive!
Christina Egan © 2013
You can see a photo of Bruce Castle, Tottenham, London and read some similar poetry in German at Himmelblaue Uhr.
God made you of some gingerbread
which over time intensifies:
so that with every year, your breath
will taste of hotter, sweeter spice!
Christina Egan © 2014
We Married on the Ferris-Wheel
Vienna quivered in the heat
for our furtive feast:
we married on the ferris-wheel
(we kissed on it, at least).
The palaces shone yellow-white
like lemon cakes with glaze:
we married in the royal grounds
(we kissed within a maze).
That summer rolled into a ball
and down the hill of time –
Vienna basks in splendour still,
my bridegroom still is mine!
Christina Egan © 2014
String of Pearls
Your presence makes this globe that whirls
the best of all existing worlds —
your kisses make this blob a pearl
from which a string of worlds unfurls!
Christina Egan © 2015
He inhabits his own tiny planet,
a fragment of rock, you might say;
his orbit seems steep and erratic
and often immensely away.
Yet, what you can’t see from your garret
nor find in your smart telescopes:
it’s two of them snug on that comet
that’s studded with roses and oaks.
Christina Egan © 2010