Can we know a love not inwoven with defeat? The glow of childhood noon does still eclipse The tags and rags of days adulthood endures. How much more so then the binding love 5 That ties our vandal looks to one post of joy And, moving us, demands we move unmoved? Prometheus or God had had the knack Of enduring satiety so-- not I! Loved And punished with a velvet mask of sighs 10 Inching inwards when they are expelled to die! The happy dagger hilting hidden in the breast Ordains the killed and killer with their rest.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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