The Secret Splendour

Eros Known and Unknown

Love's Truth

The sage has seen love blind because

Blind are we loving mortal faces

When, seeing, we would know what Splendour draws

The heart to such gigantic paces,

Surely to stumble not into a brief

Tremor and a fool's somnolent relief.

So Much

So much of the moment's beauty I demand,

So far this tiny human heart would race,

 Dearest, your body hurts my heavenward hand,

My soaring eyes are broken by your face.

A lustre calls through you—yet when I gain

Your lips, a bolt of blackness is my brain.

Ineffable

Fold now to quiet fragrance your rich rose:

 Deep hush is of all love the perfect close.

Unflower to bud, breathe inward to the mute

Unnamable mystery clutched by rapture's root.

No longer thrill to sound love's myriad sense—

Gauge through calm clay the immutable, the immense!

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