V
These are not the ghosts or wraiths whom fear has made
Nor the angels on their fluff white clouds
Not the glowing winged beings surrounding Christ
And not the dusky demons of some fiery hell
They do not moan in graveyards round the night
Nor touch your soul with sulfur’s stench and icy chill
These are not the cloudy figures your mind has made
The mother’s scent a father’s frame
Through these mortal minds beheld
Will make inside an unpained tear
And longing deeper than a well
Where only beauty can resound
In echoes deep within the soul
Where no fear but love is what unfurls
Praythee not forget these are the musings of an artist. So we are given beautiful lines of wonder, lines of passion and love, as seen in Sonnet IX, lines of dreamlike sadist birds (Sonnet XVII), lines of self-realization (Sonnet XXV), lines written for the animals (Sonnet XV). My favorites were lines that spoke of light and, not being in love, but love itself. Sonnet XXVI is a good light poem that seems to speak of something higher than simple illumination:
XXVI
Please don’t fool yourself
Into believing that the Light falls
On some but not others
In the slipstreams of the infinite
Light falls on those who are readiest
While others watch and stare
Not knowing why or when and where
The divisions felt so deeply shift
Off the centers they so resolutely forge
And climb the ladder to the stars
For the answers so long sought
And out of the nightmares of your strife
The cutting edge of Light
Is like a knife
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