Eastern Star

If there is no freedom within you, you won’t inspire anyone.
If a star is born only in the sky and not in you, you won’t see the light.
If heaven is not in you, you will never get there.
If there is hell in you, you will never escape from there.

If you are not forgiving, you will never breathe freely.
If you don’t give, you will never fly.
If you lose hope, you will never wake up.
If you don’t steer your passion,
You will never quench your yearning.

You told me one day — I am your song.
Your breath is the song and the song is like me.
Children are playing - soon calmness will come.
I feel your breath in front of the gate.

So far, so far, so near and so far…

You’re the vineyard’s gate and this gate is the heart.
The heart is the choice, the choice is the way.
You are what I think and always you are.
You are what I saw and always you were.

So far, so far, so near and so far…

So, let me sing in your transparent breath.
Be like the wine in your divine veins.
I am wishing to let you hear the song - as I am
and let me please you — you know I need this too.

So far, so far, so near and so far…

All the words’ variations come down to one truth.
And all the ideas come down to one breath.
And all the world’s secrets in your heart are revealed.
Till the star of the East is the sign of the future.

So near and not far… Almighty and calm…

Eastern star is trembling all over me
and also all over you — we hear and we see
the spirit of silence within our breathe.
Oh yes, one which we take and yes, one which we leave.

David Dephy
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/22/2021

Poet's note: May 8, 2018 Southampton, New York All rights reserved © New York USA Poetry Orchestra © New York USA Eastern Star / Poetry / Adelaide Books New York / 2020 David Dephy’s exuberant poems shout from the streets of Georgia to New York City. His work is honest and returns again and again to the idea of eternal hope, and freedom, despite the circumstances. When he writes, “The trust is the heart of prescience,” the reader is reminded that there is something eternal for Dephy and at the heart of everything, there must be acceptance. - Gloria Monaghan is an award-winning poet, author of the poetry books Flawed (Finishing Line Press, 2011) The Garden (Flutter Press, 2015) False Spring (Adelaide Books, 2019) Hydrangea (Kelsay Press, 2020) When I first saw David Dephy read “Eastern Star,” I thought of William Blake. It was an instinctive response, rather than critical or intellectual, born of the poem’s aphoristic intelligence, its refusal to reduce the world to the commonplace. That same engagement shimmers through this book, when the poet’s reflection in the mirror asks, “Would life be better if we could forget the past … forget the present?” And again, “Build or destroy — there is one choice, / there is no judge …” I think Mr. Blake would be pleased. - Aaron Fischer is an award-winning poet. An author of the chapbook, Black Stars of Blood: The Weegee Poems (Main Street Rag, 2018) The love affair David Dephy is having with the world runs like “a stream of childhood’s miracles” through his poems: “a godhead of rushing river that sweeps us along.” Dephy doesn’t reserve this cosmic Whitmanesque for himself alone: “You are better, I am convinced.” We are better, certainly, for the wild, sweet imagination coursing through Dephy’s Eastern Star. - Stephen Frech is an award-winning poet author of four volumes of poetry: Toward Evening and the Day Far Spent (Kent State University Press, 1995) If Not For These Wrinkles of Darkness (White Pine Press, 2001) The Dark Villages of Childhood (Midwest Writing Center, 2009) A Palace of Strangers Is No City (ervena Barva Press, 2011) David Dephy -- A Georgian/American award-winning poet and novelist. The winner of the Spillwords Poetry Award, the finalist of the Adelaide Literary Awards for the category of Best Poem. He is named as A Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry and The Incomparable Poet by Statorec. His works have been published and anthologized in USA, UK and all over the world by the many literary magazines, journals and publishing houses. He lives in New York. Barnes & Noble
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