Brother Klaus' Vision In Verse
Right early before allotted work my sight broke
through a black field carefully rubbed in moonlight. And my body
was buried there:
I watched the wind stitch
through bare ribs of trees. Then that Christ came lucid and sudden
hung in the stench of bearskin. He approached me opening
his split fist. He did not speak of wind
twisting open the four rings or the remaining two rivers
unwound from the earth's center.
He muttered heavy syllables, lifted his travelling-stick
against the moon and drank the moon quickly, dissolving
everything in the instant that
found me in a decent fringe
spread among my inks and leaves.
Behold, thou hast come forth from the shear. Thou art manifest and occlude my lamp.