We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
Sent various-scattered ways
We parted as the central Flint
Were cloven with an Adze—
Subsisting on the Light We bore
Before we felt the Dark—
A Flint unto this Day—perhaps—
But for that single Spark—
I’d rather collect a setting
Than own a rising sun
Though one is beautiful forgetting—
And true the other one.Because in going is a Drama
Staging cannot confer
To die divinely once a Twilight—
Than wane is easier—
To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While everything created hid
This—would be Poetry—Or Love—the two coeval come—
We both and neither prove—
Experience either and consume—
For None see God and live—
This is the place they hoped before,
Where I am hoping now.
The seed of disappointment grew
Within a capsule gay,
Too distant to arrest the feet
That walk this plank of balm—
Before them lies esc apeless sea—
The way is closed they came.
