Reflecting Pool

“…I have stood on shores of many seas,

Of lakes and rivers, and always over the waters,

Across those drowning gulphs of fear

Your golden path has come to me

Who am but one among all who depart and return.

Blinding sun, with your corona of flames, your chasms of fire,

Presence, terrible theophany,

Am I in you, are you in me,

Infinite centre of your unbounded realm

Whose multitudes sing Holy, Holy, Holy?

Do you go into the dark, or I?…”

From Kathleen Raine’s poem “To the Sun”

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