For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.
Showing posts with label Pope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pope. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 May 2011

A little bit of Turkish: Anahtar (Key) Kapı (Door) Altın (Gold) Büyük (Big) Küçük (Small) Açık (Open)

Altın anahtar her kapıyı açar.
The golden key opens every door.

Her kapının bir anahtarı vardır.
For every door there is a key.

Küçük anahtar büyük kapı açar.
A small key opens a big door.


The image of the pope above is from the Tarot de Paris: a deck from Paris made in the first half of the 17th century by an unknown cardmaker.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

holy holy holy

holy holy holy

See now the top rung lights of the world,
both called holy:


here top the Ladder of the Moon,
Holy Roman Emperor;


there top the Ladder of the Sun,
Holy Father, Bishop of Rome.

Two lights with brides 
in triumphal train,
a juggler and a madman
or, perchance, a holy fool and true: 

the other two outshone.