“I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
Miriam: The Red Sea
High above shores and times,
I on the shore
forever and ever.
Moses my brother
has crossed over
to milk, honey,
that holy land.
I sing forever
on the seashore.
I do remember
horseman and horses,
waves of passage
poured into war,
all poured into journey.
My unseen brothers
have gone over;
deep seas under.
I alone stand here
and I sing, I sing,
until the lands
sing to each other.
© Muriel Rukeyser, “Searching/Not Searching,” Breaking Open (Random House, 1973).
Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may’st rise:
That, as his death calcinиd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretchиd sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
Oh let thy blessиd Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
© George Herbert, The Complete Works (Everyman’s Library, Reissue 1995)