Not only paintings and the Fate of painters inspired
Sadeh's Poetry: Music was also one of his main themes.
These are the Kings that ruled Edom;
Bela, Beor's son, of Denhaba, the Golden; Jobab, Zerach's
son, of Bazra;Husham of Theman, from the South; Hadad B'n
Badad, whose town was smitten:
Samla from Masreka, the town of the crimson wine; Saul
from the Paths of the River; Bel-Hannan, Achbor's son.
And Hadar of Peo, who wed Methabel, Mitrad's the king's
daughter,
The daughter of the town at the shores of the scarlet-gold
water.
Mystical, Neo Platonic tendencies appear in Sadeh's peoms
like in the next one, speaking about "unio mystica", the
mystic union of the soul with the divine experience:
I did yearn to become as nought
I did yearn to become as nought, in such sleep deep from
deep
That God's hand may touch me into salvation.
I will sleep my sleep into the deepest night. My dreams
asunder
I will send, like branches of trees towards the stars.
I shall plant my breath into you, balmy breeze, breath of
winds and spirits, into the scent of oranges
That extract their gold from the broken crust of the earth
beneath.
And I shall see how the transience and transsubstantiation
rule all, the blue turns black, the brown grows gold, and
there is between them no division.
As also my happiness, transformed into sorrow, will return
as rapture, although, to be sure, there is, after all,
between them no division.
There is a body of poems of Sadeh I call "Poems of Creation":
Two lines: After the Rain
Look at the miracle and see:
God has put leaves on the tree.
Five lines: I saw the god descending
I saw the gold descending on the trees to bless us.
And the vapours I saw rising from the belly of the earth to be watered.
And the east I saw growing purple at sunset.
And I heard the birds rising in their flocks from the earth.
And I saw the earth in its splendour while being created.
That may be the strange power of poetry: everyday phenomena - "the birds rising in their flocks...", indeed the purple sunset - that the poet writes about and lo! there they are in his poem in all their freshness, as if one meets and sees them in his innerest eyes for the very first time.
Seven lines: A letter
To the much-honoured. The worthy philosopher. Baruch Spinoza.
And as for your words: That it is impossible for God to wish not to be.
I shall answer thus: That for God nothing is impossible.
Among His countless forms He may exist as Absence, as Nothing, if He please.
Like birds fallen into the sea. Like morning-mist. Like love.
Because, right-honourable, our life is Love and the Death that comes after.
Be peace to you, sir, from me.
DO you remember, perchance, those old almanachs, with poems of summer, autumn, winter?
The Gods
I see gray clouds.
White clouds, azure clouds.
It cannot be but the autumn
is coming, winter is at the door.
I think a year has passed.
Inside Time, in the depths unfathomable
Life changes, time is at its own;
Gods pine away, expiring, gods
die and grow alive anew.
Something happens there, full of godly wisdom,
Full of love, fear, longing and misery.
Only a slight echo reaches our life.
In the Spring I slept
In the Spring I slept, in the summer I died, but you, fall, brought me back to life again,
In you always my first love awoke,
Entwined, like
a bush, by the leaves of my days and my nights.
Embarrassed, proud, hopeless,
Like you, am I.
And such was my first love.
And that is why I do live only in you again,
Because what is a man's life altogether, if not
His very first love all over.
You are listening to Yanni - "The Rain Must Fall".