Hymn to Eros

September 28, 2006

 

 

 

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O Eros, silently
smiling one, hear me.
Let the shadow of thy wings
brush me.

Let thy presence
enfold me, as if darkness
were swandown.

Let me see that darkness,
lamp in hand,

this country become
the other country
sacred to desire.

 

 

 

 


Drowsy god,
slow the wheels of my thought
so that I listen only
to the snowfall hush of
thy circling.
Close my beloved with me
in the smoke ring of thy power,
that we may be, each to the other,
figures of flame,
figures of smoke,
figures of flesh
newly seen in the dusk.

 

 

 

 

 

Poet: Denise Levertov

Top Photo: Behind

Artist: Jerry Avenaim

Middle Photo: Welk Shell

Artist: Viewfinders

Painting: Flames of Passion

Artist: Mark Henson

 

 

 

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