Re: The Window
Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 2:44 am
I enjoyed your article, Doron, thank you. It and this thread has made me realise that the lines,
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns
means climbing through the tears; using them as rungs of a metaphorical ladder in order to reach silence (rather than sitting on them mutely, which is what I had implicitly taken it to mean), which makes much more sense in the song's context.
(And as you mentioned WB Yeats, I am reminded of the lines, "Now that my ladder’s gone, I must lie down where all ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.")
Tineke, regarding your original question,
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
In addition to what others have said, these lines may also allude to poetry itself being the "stutter", or halting translation, of wordless inner-knowing; the "truth" being made human. That's especially so if you view poetry (rather than, or as well as religion) as the language-vehicle of spirituality and as such, the way that letters can be formed in order to"die".
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns
means climbing through the tears; using them as rungs of a metaphorical ladder in order to reach silence (rather than sitting on them mutely, which is what I had implicitly taken it to mean), which makes much more sense in the song's context.
(And as you mentioned WB Yeats, I am reminded of the lines, "Now that my ladder’s gone, I must lie down where all ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.")
Tineke, regarding your original question,
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
In addition to what others have said, these lines may also allude to poetry itself being the "stutter", or halting translation, of wordless inner-knowing; the "truth" being made human. That's especially so if you view poetry (rather than, or as well as religion) as the language-vehicle of spirituality and as such, the way that letters can be formed in order to"die".