The Secret Rose

Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,Enfold me in my hour of hours; where thoseWho sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stirAnd tumult of defeated dreams; and deepAmong pale eyelids, heavy with the sleepMen have named beauty. Thy...

Creation’s Witness

At time’s beginningthat beautywhich polished creation’s mirrorcaressed every atomwith a hundred thousand suns.But this glorywas never witnessed.When the human eye emerged,only then was he known.

Credentials

I would it were possible to state in sofew words my errand in the world: quite simplyforestalling all inquiry, the oak offers his leaveslargehandedly. And in winter his integral magnificent orderdecrees, says solemnly who he isin the great thrusting limbs that are all...