WHITE IS WHITE
(Selections) (1972)
father time and mother earth
embraced
and
white was born
white is also forever
paint the wind white
moments of whiteness
are
moments of silence
are
moments without time
white is pregnant with colour
as
silence is pregnant with sound
what is white if not silent music
each one of us hears in his heart
white is the sound of a lost poem
echoing through the corridors of time
the white wind of a musical tear
echoes the grey lament of a silent fountain
long shadows of silence
cast by a frozen sun
mark time in white eternity
white is the rainbow of light
white is the colour of fairy tales
white is the wrath of the blue sea
if white passed away
how could the other colours mourn it
under a white sun
floats a white cloud
over a white sea
white might yet fall invisibly out of time
white is a meditation
of
an image in time without time
cemeteries of death-infested corpses
send out pulsations of white mortality
turn white
keep getting whiter
till the white you have attained
is so white
that you become
invisible
when i die
paint me white
if i do not turn that way
anyway
work on your life until it becomes a work of art
work on your art until it becomes your life
i find white in spring
in the blossoming petal of
a fragrant flower
i find white in summer
in the burning ecstasy of
a sunwashed wall
i find white in autumn
in the swaying branch of
a leafless tree
i find white in winter
in the freezing stillness of
a fallen snow
i do not remember being born
which must have been the most important event of my life
i hope at least to remember my death
having lost whiteness in the former
i hope to discover it in the latter
if i have found you through white in white
if i have found you through white in silence
if i have found you through silence in white
if i have found you through silence in silence
then i shall know you
for a time longer than time