The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.
A thoughtful, moving poem - a bit of a surprise, to me, from H.D. Could someone help me explicate these critical lines? I keep the mysteries true, the first of these to name the living, dead
I wonder if this is a veiled reference to Christian communion. Jesus is dead but the church celebrates his memorial hence " the living." For me it is a mystery but significant.
Mysteries are important and great and true feeling in the poem and likes it.
I hold the mysteries true, I am the vine, nice poem thanks for share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. I am the wine and drinker of wine!