Columba aspexit / Sequence for Saint Maximin

A dove gazed inthrough a latticed window:there balm rained down on her face,raining from lucentMaximin.The heat of the sun blazed outto irradiate the dark:a bud burst open, jewel-like,in the temple of the heart(limpid and kind his heart).A tower of cypress is he,and...

On Prayer

You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridgeAnd walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard,Above landscapes the color of ripe goldTransformed by a magic stopping of the sun.That bridge leads to the shore of...

Death

‘He had revenge on Death, for he died well,’A poet wrote in life’s far distant spring,Stumbling on truth. Death’s fabled heaven and hellAnd drearier prospect yet the new times bringOf a blank nothingness hedge like a ringThe seeming self whose...