An Absolute Poem
“Its evocation will not be toward decoration or amusement, but rather toward a state of consciousness, an ‘innocence’ (Blake) or absolute beauty.” ~ Hart Crane, “Aims and Purposes”
We dream of promenading streets of gold,
A gold so perfect that we see depths far
…………….{a flask of myrrh oil}
Below it since it is transparent, cold
In its perfection, like a scarlet star
That sings in fragrances from trumpet bells
In Iliad or Odyssey. The lines
Of argonautic verse will play in cells
Of saints and hermits where nothing confines
The perfect freedom of the mind and heart.
The anchoress knows velvet on the brain.
Both she and martyr know the godly part
That they can taste in light from stained glass pane.
..Where thought is, no, beyond it even, lie
….The realms of poetry for Christ’s myrrh eye.
