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My heart is yours
I know for sure
But not so sure
your heart is mine.
C K Rawat
For one carved instant as they flew,
The language had no simile-
Silver, crystal, ivory
Were tarnished. Etched upon the horizon blue,
E. J. Pratt
The Black Virgin
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces
Walk in a forest calling on one name
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
HOW many colors here do we see set,
Like rings upon Godâ??s finger? Some say three,
Some four, some six, some seven. All agree
To left of red, to right of violet,
William Cosmo Monkhouse
The Nameless Wraith
As one who seeks the silver moth of night
Where moonless gardens lose the afterglow,
My soul went forth ineffably, to know
Some vaguer vision unrevealed of light.
Clark Ashton Smith
Shadow And Light
Cease, empty Faith, the Spectrum saith,
I was, and lo, have been;
I, God, am nought: a shade of thought,
Which, but by darkness seen,
Arthur Hugh Clough
No Stranger Dream
One rapid gesture of a supple arm
Has made your beauty strange and fabulous:
Mystery folds you and reveals you, thus
Weaving anew the seven-circled charm.
Clark Ashton Smith
Love Is A Parallax
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind's eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose
I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge
Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings
Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe
Harold Hart Crane
The Rising Of The Sun
I did not expect to live in such an unusual moment.
When the God of thunders and of rocky heights,
The Lord of hosts, Kyrios Sabaoth,
Would humble people to the quick,
Where It Used To Be
Tears keep falling unintentionally
All I do is look at the empty room
Where there used to be bliss
Now I hear the rain drops from the pores of the roof
Wave particle duality harmonic,
electromagnetic mean ratio subsonic.
Cohorts gravity gleaming in purple gold,
light forces and its tenacious sensuous fold.
Through the spectrum of ethereal plain,
lights follow the issuing wisdom train.
Spoken of by fair nymphs pointing to those beams,
the Vail of belief to adore and its waiting redeems.