Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wallace and Wystan, or as both men would have doubtless preferred, Messrs Stevens and Auden: from the Poetry Foundation.
Monday, August 27, 2012
All the Apostles looked at one another;
words curled in fire through the returning gloom.
Something had changed and colored all the room.
The beauty of the Galilean mother
took the breath from them for a little space.
Even a cup, a chair or a brown dress
could draw their tears with the great loveliness
that wrote tremendous secrets every place.
That was the day when Fire came down from heaven,
inaugurating the first spring of love.
Blood melted in the frozen veins, and even
the least bird sang in the mind's inmost grove.
The seed sprang into flower, and over all
still do the multitudinous blossoms fall.
~ Jessica Powers (Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, OCD) (1905-88)