By Kathleen Raine
Elements that utters doves, angels and cleft flames
The bees of Helicon and the cloudy houses,
Impulse of music and the word’s equipoise,
Dancer that never wearies of the dance
That prints in the blown dust eternal wisdom
Or carves its abstract sculptures in the snow,
The wind unhindered passes beyond its trace.
But from a high fell on a summer day
Sometimes below you may see the air like water,
The dazzle of the light upon its waves
That flow unbroken to the end of the world.
The bird of god descends between two moments
Like silence into music, opening a way through time.