Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them.
WHAT lies behind the veil of yearning?
in which the world is ever-turning
that paints the distances with blue
embracing memories of you
dressing them in azure folds
that within a thousand secrets hold,
folds that about your form are falling
folds that into space are calling
to the blue of far-off mountains
the blue of sacred fountains
in light that’s lost in burgeoning mists
rising when by warmth they’re kissed
and returning to the land again
like a dewy mantle to descend
and blanket withal in budding hopes
Vesuvius’ austere slopes
overgrown with tares and rushes
o’erskipping with the song of thrushes
and lilies that are his dreams
the faith that love redeems
a heart that’s truly beating
is a heart that’s also bleeding
a heart that sprinkles the Earth
with holy water