Long and Longing: an Indian Reader in Rare Books and Music
His eyebrow cuts a cruel line—that left
One—sinister like Satan’s as he fell,
Or more like Lucifer’s, since he (with heft
Of heavenly beauty in his tilt to Hell)
Most certainly could not have realized
That there was anything but loveliness
Throughout the universe—for God had prized
His handsomeness in neon male largesse
Right up against His throne—and logic meant
That entities Christ caused would each contain
The best of comeliness which Love had sent
To be the soul of all in His domain,
The cosmos, even black-scar growth in face
And flaring nostril plunging tall through space.