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And if I cried, who’d listen to me in those angelic orders? Even if one of them suddenly held me to his heart, I’d vanish in his overwhelming presence. Because beauty’s nothing but the start of terror we can hardly
They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dream. They are almost all alike; in God’s gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody.
Why am I reaching again for the brushes? When I paint your portrait, God, nothing happens. But I can choose to feel you. At my senses’ horizon you appear hesitantly, like scattered islands. Yet standing here, peering out, I’m all