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

Archive for April, 2011

from “The Walls Do Not Fall”, H.D.

from The Walls Do Not Fall by H.D.


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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