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LD: This beautifully recited prose poem is much more than a modern “adaption” of The Hound of Heaven, the famous poem written by Victorian religious poet Francis Thompson (1859-1907), which you will find in most anthologies of English poetry.
This particular take on the original poem is essentially an atmospheric evocation or reflection by a modern poet on the same themes that obsessed Francis Thompson throughout his short life: the frantic quest for God and meaning in the urban wasteland of contemporary life:
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from him, and under running laughter.
T.S. Eliot, another religious poet nourished on the rich cultural roots of Christianity, but also steeped in Buddhist and Vedantic mysticism, would have been moved by the pensive musings and existential angst of this beautiful video poem. [LD]