Sabbath Poem (H.D.)
March 2, 2007
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Now it appears very clear
that the Holy Ghost,
childhood’s mysterious enigma,
is the Dream;
that way of inspiration
is always open,
and open to everyone;
it acts as go-between, interpreter,
it explains symbols of the past
in to-day’s imagery,
it merges the distant future
with most distant antiquity,
states economically
in a simple dream-equation
the most profound philosophy,
discloses the alchemist’s secret
and follows the Mage
in the desert.
LINKS
Poem above from Trilogy by H.D.
Hilda Doolittle on wikipedia
“Don’t Surrender Your Loneliness So Quickly” by Hafiz (Faith House Sabbath Poem of the Week)