�� Dante's Inferno
Eyes I Dare Not Meet
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone image
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness?
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence


    i thank You God for most this amazing
    day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
    and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
    which is natural which is infinite which is yes

    (i who have died am alive again today,
    and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
    day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
    great happening illimitably earth)

    how should tasting touching hearing seeing
    breathing any -- lifted from the no
    of all nothing -- human merely being
    doubt unimaginable You?

    (Now the ears of my ears awake and
    now the eyes of my eyes are opened)



The Eyes Are Not Here
� Oh wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities. �
Ce n'est pas de ma faute...