Poems
THEME/S
Not the ghost food of a mortal mouth's caress
Nor the brief bread the heart can never eat—
Not eyes of pity and not charity's hands—
But a new-birth's gift: within the flesh strange flesh
That feels no hunger, heart's heart that needs no kiss,
Some infinite spirit and substance suddenly ours,
Time-free yet brimmed with all that time holds rich,
A world-vast Rose kindling a fathomless Void.
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