The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Is it Archangel Gabriel by God's throne

Sounding the advent of the Day of Wrath?

Suddenly the wonder-widerness fades. A path

Draws back from the future's depth of the unknown,

Leaps out from inner vision to earth-space.

Ending in a neighbour's window, a frowsy face....

The distant trumpet of a nose is blown.


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