The human voice cannot mount up into these boundless solitudes.
The human voice cannot mount up into these boundless solitudes.
Its home
The voiceless lightning in these solitudes
Keeps innocently, and like vapor broods
Over the snow.
Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.
Your light, your cornmeal, your hope
pervades America's solitudes,
and to hunger
your lances
are enemy legions.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories