Splendid Doom (verse)
Ginsberg, Louis
splendid Doom Whatever subtle power it is That links each stone and tree, Its secret correspondences Man feels but cannot see. Dark hills and streams and waterfalls Evoke a presence near— A...
...He cannot glimpse with his poor power The root whence rootlets wind— The flower behind the changing flower...
...Louis Ginsberg...
...The secret knotted to each stem And feeding every cell— The pulsing network tying them Is all invisible...
...Till he is worse than blind...
...Dark hills and streams and waterfalls Evoke a presence near— A sense as of a voice which calls But which he cannot hear...
...And so this splendid doom for man Remains his destiny: His heart must hold more beauty than His eyes can ever see...
Vol. 12 • October 1930 • No. 24
