Sonnets from the New World
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BEAUTY Sometimes unexpectedly, unbidden, Beauty comes. Not a downpouring of doves, Not a Venus, sheathed in an ivory shell, Not even the lenses of Stonehenge in its season- Stones aligned to catch the sun as it moves Mystically, majestically, through holes And crevices. Not even these spectaculars- The light against the dark, the white ecstatic, Stars falling and setting the sky on fire- Take possession, or let the moment take The horse high over the hedge with an unseen rider. It comes when least expected, when the dark Opens a crack to let light filter in- A word, a look, a sudden realizatio...
BEAUTY Sometimes unexpectedly, unbidden, Beauty comes. Not a downpouring of doves, Not a Venus, sheathed in an ivory shell, Not even the lenses of Stonehenge in its season- Stones aligned to catch the sun as it moves Mystically, majestically, through holes And crevices. Not even these spectaculars- The light against the dark, the white ecstatic, Stars falling and setting the sky on fire- Take possession, or let the moment take The horse high over the hedge with an unseen rider. It comes when least expected, when the dark Opens a crack to let light filter in- A word, a look, a sudden realization. - David George Step into the timeless world of the poetry of ideas and humanity, art and nature, history and beauty.
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