Sunday, January 16, 2005

On extended wings

What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?

-- from Wallace Stevens' "Sunday Morning" (see this week's Musing)