Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.
"The First Reformer"
Great is the rose Infected by the tomb, Yet burgeoning Indifferent to death.Nathalia Crane
Great is the rose That challenges the crypt, And quotes milleniums Against the grave.Nathalia Crane
The rose has told In one simplicity. That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.Nathalia Crane
Lo and behold! God made this starry wold, The maggot and the mold; lo and behold! He taught the grass contentment blade by blade, The sanctity of sameness in a shade.Nathalia Crane
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.Nathalia Crane
He'll carry me off, I know that he will, For his hair is exceedingly red; And the only thing that occurs to me Is to dutifully shiver in bed.Nathalia Crane
I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line.Nathalia Crane
In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?Nathalia Crane
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May; But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way. Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.Nathalia Crane
You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew. QOTD 2007·11·01 Sound fileNathalia Crane
The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose.Nathalia Crane
Treating the sword blade the same as the staff, Turning the chariot wheel into chaff. Toppling a pillar and nudging a wall, Building a sand pile to counter each fall. Yielding to nothing not even the rose, The dust has its reasons wherever goes.Nathalia Crane
He found the harem filled with rocking maids Surrendered to the orgies of the sob.Nathalia Crane
Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.Nathalia Crane