BEAUTY Sometimes unexpectedly, unbidden, Beauty comes. Not a downpouring of doves, Not a Venus, sheathed in an ivory shell, Not even the lenses of Stonehenge in its season- Stones aligned to catch the sun as it moves Mystically, majestically, through holes And crevices. Not even these spectaculars- The light against the dark, the white ecstatic, Stars falling and setting the sky on fire- Take possession, or let the moment take The horse high over...
Related Subjects
Poetry