From the Reading Journal, #24

“When my son was an infant in Paris, we woke together in the light the French call l’heure bleue, between darkness and day, between the night of a soul and its redemption, an hour associated with pure hovering. In Kabbalah, blue is hokhmah, the color of the second sefirah. In Tibetan Buddhism, the hour before dawn is associated with the ground luminosity, or “clear light”, arising at the moment of death. It is not a light apprehended through the senses, but is said to be the radiance of mind’s true nature.”

– an endnote in the volume Blue Hour by Carolyn Forché

I tried for this post to select a portion of the long and remarkable abecedarian poem “On Earth” from this volume, but I couldn’t find a way to excerpt just a few lines from the stream of haunting images that make up this powerful work. It’s partly that the images are striking and it’s hard to choose just a few; but it’s partly that the poem’s strength springs from that ongoing flow itself, impossible to suggest in a brief quotation.

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