Poems
THEME/S
This hour of dusk
Thrills in my heart a cry for precious things:
How wilt thou please, O life with so small wings,
O thou great heap of straw and a grain of musk?
Over me reigns
The empire of a superhuman sleep
Precious with secret plenitudes that keep
A teeming twinkling infinite of musk-grains!
Breathes far away
That mystery measureless above all time.
Will ever the Vast wake even here a chime
Of heavenly gold transmuting common day?
Heart within heart—
Calls a wide garden sown in a mirrored sky,
Deep day of some divine world-soul with eye
On blossoming eye, dream-single though apart!
O roses, bright
With love of a calm space that is all sun!
O space of calm, miraculously one
With each rose by a limitless love-light!
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