RevelationNear as my handThe transformation: (time to understandIs long but never far,As things desired are)No iceberg floating at the pole; no markOf glittering, perfect consciousness, nor darkAnd mystic root of riddles; death nor birth,Except of heart, when flesh is changed from earthTo heaven involved in it: not at all strange,Not set beyond the common, human range;Possible in the steep, quotidian stream,Possible in a dream;Achieved when all the energies are still –Especially the will.Published in “Daybreak” Hogarth Press 1922
Friday, 27 October 2017
Fredegond Shove
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