Friday, December 30, 2011

42. O magnum mysterium

Spin fragrantly
in sweet oblivion:
the dancers blush
amidst the swirling bees -

In clearest day,
the lilting petals judge,
unseeing leaves
incapable to say;

Naive, demure,
assent to every whim
so pliantly,
the next the merrier:

Such faces mute
in unrequited bliss,
their secret art
an enigmatic tune -

My feeble wiles
to such a riddle fail:
Their silence is
a stronger stuff than smiles.


  1. An excellence, secure in both rhythm and tone. And quite beautiful.

    Happy New Year!

  2. Happy new year, Dylan! Thank you. :)


One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.

- Emily Dickinson