Stravinsky said there was no tradition
behind his rite, that he simply
wrote what he heard, the vessel
through which the sacre passed,
and this is ritual without rote,
a rise of all things rooted
in dirt. There is nothing holier
and more base than May,
and we know it, we who sing
in scales or words or color
what is given, what is blended and mixed
in this glass of our bodies
before it is poured out,
this time in libation.
***for your listening pleasure, click here to listen to The Adoration of the Earth from The Rite of Spring. I can see the dancers, jumping down hard, pressing their feet flat as I listen to this.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Beautiful!
Thanks, David!
Reiki-esque, and it does feel that way in the creating.
Thanks, Nelle. It was a flash in the car, on listening to NPR this morning 😉
cool readings ::):)
http://dubeyaditya.wordpress.com/2013/05/07/can-i-look-into-your-eyes/
Thank you!
“There is nothing holier
and more base than May,
and we know it, we who sing
in scales or words or color
what is given, what is blended and mixed
in this glass of our bodies
before it is poured out of us again,
this time in libation.”
This part took my breath away. I’m speechless.
Oh, wow, thank you so much for liking this!
A powerful rite in itself, our bodies as glass vessels out of which libation is poured. There is something primal and sensuous in the words of the poem. Beautiful, Susan 🙂
Celestine, thanking you so much for reading and commenting! This was one of those inspired while driving, and I had to rush to get it out.
Reblogged this on William Emery.
Wisdom in a wilderness of sighs~ that’s my heartbeat as I read this!
Deb, thank you! It was a sudden thought that swept me up in it.
Spoken from the heart of a musician! Lovely, lovely write Susan!
Audrey, thank you! I had to do it when I heard his quote today.
incredible – you are masterful
Paul, thank you so much! I really just wrote it down as fast as I heard it. I honestly do not understand this process we call writing–either music or poetry. Just glad sometimes the universe throws me something.
This poem takes me inside the music in such a magical mystical way. Well done Susan.
Thank you, Terry. The quote did that for me, as well 😉