Mimnermus’s Saint
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A child is what I am. I cling to love
And angel rank perfection. I live in
A cradle, lancet windows up above
Me. I am nave and transept filled within
By slants of beauty, ideal colors made
Of early light. Young Lucifer could not
Have been more pure, transparent (glowing suede
His wings), his innocence perfectly caught.
A child of ancient poets, Seraphs, choirs,
I long for all things highest, clearest flares,
For all that is supernal, dawn-like spires,
For flames that burn like infrared’s bright prayers.
..I pray, Melchizedek-like, priest-like. Then
….I cling to what God fashions, burning men.