Eternity is in love with the productions of time. William Blake

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from “The Walls Do Not Fall”, H.D.

from The Walls Do Not Fall by H.D.

Amen,

only just now,

my heart-shell

breaks open,

though long ago, the phoenix,

your bennu bird

dropped a grain,

as of scalding wax;

there was fragrance, burnt incense,

myrtle, aloes cedar;

the kingdom is a Tree

whose roots bind the heart-husk

to earth,

after the ultimate grain,

lodged in the heart-core,

has taken its nourishment.

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