When you look up the word
“dazzle,” you find
it means a kind of blindness.
You are drawn to the light,
you want to become one with the light,
but the light blinds you.
it means a kind of blindness.
You are drawn to the light,
you want to become one with the light,
but the light blinds you.
Her eyes looking into mine dazzled
me,
and I had to look away.
They were a brightness
that at its center seemed
an eclipse.
and I had to look away.
They were a brightness
that at its center seemed
an eclipse.
How annoying for my potential
lovers
that I could never look at them!
It’s a mixed bag for the woman
who must lead this dazzled male
through traffic.
that I could never look at them!
It’s a mixed bag for the woman
who must lead this dazzled male
through traffic.
The eyes are push-me-pull-you
organs,
able to convey and gauge the finest nuance,
or to turn black like drawn window shades.
And sometimes I’m a worm
between two robins’ beaks.
able to convey and gauge the finest nuance,
or to turn black like drawn window shades.
And sometimes I’m a worm
between two robins’ beaks.
The stars dazzle, but mostly in
the sense
that the Universe, with its galaxies,
its supernovae,
its dire black hole objects,
makes no moral sense at all.
that the Universe, with its galaxies,
its supernovae,
its dire black hole objects,
makes no moral sense at all.
And it's clear
that when God the Light does appear,
no one can see Them. Humankind cannot bear
very much reality, says You Know Who.
But they stood in the place of the cave.
that when God the Light does appear,
no one can see Them. Humankind cannot bear
very much reality, says You Know Who.
But they stood in the place of the cave.
And lo, a bright cloud overshadowing the cave.
And the midwife said: My soul is magnified this day,
for salvation is born unto Israel.
And immediately the cloud
withdrew itself out of the cave,
and a great light appeared in the cave, And the midwife said: My soul is magnified this day,
for salvation is born unto Israel.
And immediately the cloud
withdrew itself out of the cave,
so that our eyes could not endure it.
And little by little, that light withdrew itself,
until the young child appeared:
and it went and took the breast of its mother Mary.
Poems for Advent 2017
And little by little, that light withdrew itself,
until the young child appeared:
and it went and took the breast of its mother Mary.
Poems for Advent 2017
