To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Friday, November 14, 2014
Emily Bronte Done In Charcoal, No Hint Of Rose
though she had seen the moon afire
who would she tell?
or wandered with the ghosts at will
her treasure was deep silence
deeper than all snows and then to write
in snow on snow while it is still stinging, flying
oh seamlessly the suddenly too vivid faces at the windowsill