Poems
THEME/S
When poems are born
No man and woman meet:
A lion and a nebula
Vanish in a single heat!
A light that is nameless and formless
Plucks up the master of life—
Limbs of carved thunder take
An infinite silence for wife.
And, by the unfathomed fusing
Of below with beyond,
A mystery leaps out of slumber,
Breaking time's bond.
A cry like immortal honey
Foretastes of the Truth behind
Our human grope—the almighty
Body of Supermind.
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