My friend Alex sent me this poem a while back. I don’t know if he translated it from his native French, but it is very intriguing. The images are archetypal and strike a deep, primal chord. It seems Alchemical.
This what he says about it:
This is a poem from 1692, from a very rare book on page 5, but also at the bottom right, there is the number 96 and only the Universe knows the name of the writer, and its tune.
I will give it a title:
A blue candle for the three webbing spiders
A white candle for the apple and the sparrow
The half moon above, not yet shining but smiling, to me?
A half apple already shining, and two seeds, is this her juicy face?
I spill the water and I drink the wine,
two serpents in love entwine.
I see the egg and touch the soul,
I touch the egg and see them crawl,
The spider now still, the wind playing the web
The Moon now shines and my soul follows the ebb.
I see the Goddess pointing her finger to the sky,
And a flow of semen at that moment, in a cascade of rainbows
Pierces my heart, and so trickles the poison,
And trickle, trickle down the bones,
I grow a new skin, and wake up in a rose,
Dew and dew and dew,
the water lamp roaming the Land of Sorrow
Drying the impure heart and a spider passes in front of my eyes,
Driven by a slow breeze, she rides across the skies.
She follows the Moon, and reaches for the Sun,
And in between is her web, so they can be as One.
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