...if it were not for you...
Dolorosa 2012 ~ for Harry Crosby
The Sun in unconcealed rage
Glares down across the magic of the world
The sun within us, that sways un incalculably.
At night
Swift to the Sun
Deep imaged in my soul
But during the long day black lands
To cross
And it is faith in the incalculable sun, inner and outer, which keeps us alive.
Sunmaid
Left by the tide
I bring you a conch-shell
That listening to the Sun you may
Revive
And there is always the battle of the sun, against the corrosive acid vapour of vanity and poisonous conceit, which is the breath of the world.
Dark clouds
Are not so dark
As our embittered thoughts
Which carve strange silences within
The Sun
HARRY CROSBY ~ CHARIOT OF THE SUN
The eye clings and does not leave any more of the drawing ! Stunning ! Really splendid
ReplyDeleteThank you Cerkita as always :D he's a very inspiring writer for me x love D x
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