By Kathleen Raine
AirElements 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.


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