Soul's Voice Poem by Bernard Kennedy

When he was presented with Goethe prize
he said that the unconscious
predated his work,
in poetry.
The gathered whispers of
the overheard, the truth
of self from within
that inscape.
Where Cupid lived?
And Homer, Wordsworth,
' as I came down from Lebanon',
winding and wandering, slowly.
The voice of souls
self reflection,
poetry is as poet's are,
the souls singularity
spoken.
'The word is the thing',
made flesh
among us.
'La vierge pensee'.