Grave
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the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking
~ Robert Bridges, “I Love All Beauteous Things”
Too much like words of Lucifer who wakes
From falling and discovers sin has cost,
Who finds that beauty in a land of snakes
Is beauty still though soul of it is lost,
Too much like Jesus waking in the tomb
Who there discovers love has costs in dark
Grave herbs enwrapped around him in the room
Of holy death, a room both bright and stark,
Too much like Judas as he feels the probe
That kills and who then wonders briefly why
He sometimes knew that in the words of Job
A thing like beauty ever found his eye,
Today if beauty comes your way, have thought
That loveliness is all too harshly caught.
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