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This too is Her Love*
This too is her love—that with unseeing gaze
She goes as if I were but empty space.
Not my poor soul's ill-carven presence now
But all the dreamed perfection, the pure brow
And falterless foot of the God unborn in me,
The white Absence of my mortality
Her eyes are fixed on, calling into time
The Eternal Truth whose gold my days begrime
And teaching me the time-transfigurant art
To make her alchemy's crucible my heart.
When, self-submerged in her vision's depth, I cease
To my own thought and grow a nameless peace,
Then all that's crude will fade to an apocalypt flare
And ever her eyes will rest on the light laid bare
By my dense clay she treats now like thin air!
10.5.55
* The background of this poem is the following letter, dated May 11, 1955, to the Mother: "I was waiting for you outside your bathroom yesterday. When you came out, you did not look at me at all. I couldn't understand why and it was simply awful—but, as always, I tried to feel that every act of yours is really a grace to me and is meant to remould me into the Divine truth The incident moved me to write a poem. Here it is—a symbolic transcription of my faith—but, of course, 1 hope I shan't have to write such poems very often."
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