To Her Asleep

      All sleeping nature in morpheant calm
      From your darling breath takes contagion
      And teaches the sacred ache looming in your smile,--
      Infinite fragment of all divine principle,--
5     To rhododendrons balled against unsifted snow
      And, abrupt pupil, injects january's fricatives
      With august's unadulterated ululations.
      You demand the encrypting eye espouse
      Arrant whims of celluloid fire--
10    Prised from the uncomprehending tilt
      Of all these elemental longings I pursue,
      Arced within our finer breast. Or did.
      How in the torn winds resuscitate
      This abandoned grace?
15    Her spirit lifts a spiral fire
      Whose vivid wish may once consent to touch
      Enduing mists with acerose light.
      Still is it her-- in this trenchant whirl gone blue,
      Alive in this misprision that you chase,
20    Spinning virulent coils grasping 
      After this abiding prayer?

 

From the collection "Ghosts and Princes"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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