Tuesday, September 10, 2013
I don't need the primrose, or the blood of the vine;
I am drunk on negation, not on affirmation.
I am a hawk, I love to catch living prey;
I don't circle like a vulture around corpses.
Vulture, come here quickly! Dare to become a hawk!
Pitch "vulturehood" into the cauldron, become pure.
Then give up even the attributes of the hawk,
Soar higher and transform your essence.
translated by Andrew Harvey