Saturday, November 24, 2012

She is beyond truth. The unspoiled white

She is beyond truth. The unspoiled white
of a foreign daughter, the unspoken word
of a sleepy tree. The language of the sky
or the script of the planets cannot measure

the patterns she expresses. I saw shadows
reveal the time, I saw the sleepy cows
and the awake clouds. The same images that
populate the poems of now were populating

the verses of John Donne. Shine here to us
and you are everywhere! The golden Sun
that walks the curve of heaven, white light

exposing virgin leaves. She is beyond name
and attribute, the tallest mountain can't
obscure the beauty that she does possess.

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