Hate you, Christ, I do not, or seek. I believe.
In you as in the others gods, your elders.
I count you as neither more nor less
Than they are, merely newer.
I do hate, yes, and calmly abhor people
Who seek you above the other gods, yours equals.
I seek you where you are, not higher
Than them, not lower, yourself merely.
Sag god, needed perhaps because there was
None like you: one more in the Pantheon, nothing
More, not purer: because the whole
Was complete with gods, except you.
Take care, exclusive idolater of Christ: life
Is multiple, all days different from each other,
And only as multiple shall we
Be with reality and alone.
'Selected Poems', translated by J.Griffin.
Monday, November 12, 2007