I know a boy whose heart trembles, troubles, and tricks him
who leans over uncertain waters questioning his reflection
whose long achings fill the night with ungraspable stars,
who tethers his faun at a sheltered bed of thistle and thorn,
unleashes that faun fitfully, fearful of what is not dream.
I know a boy whose heart startles, stirs, and strangles him.
But there is a place where, believe me, heart and mind meet,
there is a place where the bloodstream and spirit embrace,
there is a place at the source of the lonely fountain
where the marriage of fire and water liberates the event.
In the realm of the fiercest oppositions, believe me,
the word for No is Yes, and the star and the faun are One.
The Word for No is Yes
(Letter to a Young Poet Contemplating Suicide)
By James Broughton