The infant asleep in the trough is a Buddhist.
This time of year is very, very old. Over eggs,
that is all we can conclude, us who are asleep,
who are dreaming this long dream.
What if this infant could be awoken?
There is someone in heaven who for centuries
an infinite number of centuries, has been
perfecting himself. Is he here now with us,
watching for a red globe to roll off the tree into
wretchedness? To pick up the crying infant is to
teach it trust and love. But to suffer:
babe-in-the-manger, we will all be
the dead man if we live long enough. If we are
even alive. I am not sure that I exist right now,
actually. (I have been a word in a book
I have been a tree
high, high above the Tuileries!)
This infant must learn to cry itself to sleep.
This infant must learn to dream itself awake.
Please god continue my own dreams into
infinity: must get glitter glue to spell our names
on the stockings. No, must awake from this
world. He is crying. No not “he.” Say “it is
crying.” It is snowing. It is crying. This time of
year is old. The cold and dark: were they
not made for us to hold the infant against?
Shouldn’t we name ourselves and the things
we love? (darcie.carl.remy.fiammetta.december)
Of the six destinies they say to be human is the
hardest but it is the one I have loved the most.
Perhaps because I have not suffered enough.
This time of year might be ancient. Older than
suffering. If this world were a dream, we would
speak of it, for the root of dream is noise. Yet!
The infant is he who is unable to speak… It is
unspeakable. The infant cries. It pains me.
Oh brusque intuition, oh illogic answer…
I will arrive at you.
About this poem:
I want you to know I stole the most joyful moment of this poem from Catherine Barnett. I would also like to give you a quote from Jorge Luis Borges's lecture on Buddhism: ‘Plotin says that passing from one life to another is like sleeping in different beds in different rooms.’ At the end of the lecture, Borges says that Buddhism is the path to salvation for millions of people. But he adds, ‘not for me.’”