When Gods laugh
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book.
all men’s prayers and sorrow climb Like incense toward them: yea, for these gods, Felise”
“That is she! Holy as love, and sweeter! Just a woman, made for love: and yet-how shall
I say?-drenched through with holiness as your own air here is with the perfume of flowers.
Well. they married. They played a hand with the gods-”
“How to keep the flame-winged lute-player with his dumb eloquence of desire? To feast him was to lose him.
Their love for each other was a great love. Their granaries were overflowing with plenitude: yet they wanted to keep the sharp…
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