Wednesday, December 23, 2015

"...all the eyes of hope shall stare"

Blind go the days, but joy will see
Agreements of music; they will wind
The shaking of your dance; no more
Will the ambiguous arm-waves spell
Confusion of the blessing given.

Only and finally declare
Among the purest shapes of grace
The waking of the face of fire,
The body of waking and the skill
To make your body such a shape
That all the eyes of hope shall stare.

~ Muriel Rukeyser, from "Song"

The complete poem is here.

Circe, Robert Auer, 1942

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