Founded in the fall of 1991, Laurel Moon is Brandeis' oldest, national literary publication. Each issue we publish features original work from undergraduate students.
In midst of a journey late at night,
I paused, exhausted, and looked upward
To find the stars in their sublime pettiness
shining at the ends of universe,
Andromeda sat behind the misty sky.
Her eternal gaze reflected on my iris
And since that hour remained.
The peak of my arm’s reach hung
In the air, to grab nothing.
And I, with the whole world, was made perishing.
Age made heavy my suspended arm.
It slowly fell,
Past History that marched aside.
As so quietly above heaven hovered,
The bleak wind ceaselessly roared below.
In its haste the currents of time flowed
And the earth passed away.
When it landed, the world was silent,
and I released my last breath.
My journey began.
After the world,
My flesh crumbled in the years of earth.
On another dusk,
By wind, the dust was lifted,
On which I rode.
I rose above the barren world,
Above the clouds, the air, the mists.
My locked, innocent, passionate gaze,
Was once more released.
The ensemble of stars bore me witness
As my soul took flight.
From here I saw and reached
For the end of the universe.
Once
When my pilgrimage concludes.
Andromeda’s distant gaze
Will become her embracing arms.
She will gently hold
and lay me on a land.
The touch of soil, once again,
Will recall the distant memories,
From whence the world reconstructs.
In joy, I will pray and rejoice
to lament for another distant journey
Departing from her,
That is about to come.
Odysseus,
The sea is barren and vain.
God in His mightiness watches
and Time is silent.
As my voyage lasts
on a cycle that does not spin,
Home,
And all such scenes and songs once were
now dwells in the impression
Diffused by a transfinite voidness
Scattered across the universe,
Distant.
In such nothingness nothingness reigns.
I wander, and I wander.
The gaze stagnated at the hollow light
That the soul approaches a little further
In stillness.