Poems
THEME/S
O where in painter's hue, musician's tone
Is the marvel touch of the myriadly Alone
Whom without hands our hunger has to seek
And whose clairaudient cave and prophet peak
Are found like a burst of self-discovery
Blotting the mind with hushed eternity?
How shall tense poet or keen sculptor know
The vault of wonder stunning all below—
A never-resting never-moving sky,
Huge mouth unheard, far sun outvasting the eye?
Only the vigil of the worshipping heart
Carries the one apocalyptic art,
The power to fashion the whole body anew,
Mirroring the All-Beautiful, echoing the All-True!
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