“Threshold of Night” by Tarik O’Regan, poem by Kathleen Raine
Conspirare Craig Hella Johnson, conductor. ----- Who stands at my door in the storm and rain On the threshold of being? One who waits till you call him in From the empty night Are you a stranger, out in the storm, Or has my enemy found me out On the edge of being? I am no stranger who stands at the door Nor enemy come in the secret night, I am your child, in darkness and fear On the verge of being. Go back, my child, to the rain and storm, For in this house there is sorrow and pain In the lonely night. I will not go back for sorrow or pain, For my true love weeps within And waits for my coming. Go back, my babe, to the vacant night For in this house dwell sin and hate On the verge of being. I will not go back for hate or sin, I will not go back for sorrow or pain, For my true love mourns within On the threshold of night.
