I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line. Nathalia Crane More Quotes by Nathalia Crane More Quotes From Nathalia Crane You cannot choose your battlefield, Nathalia Crane society business doe The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May; But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way. Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs. Nathalia Crane circles eye running In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes? Nathalia Crane color darkness rose Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers. Nathalia Crane scrutinize emptiness flower The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign. Nathalia Crane lines bees tails The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate. Nathalia Crane fate summer night The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim. Nathalia Crane shining moon age Let go the lure Nathalia Crane letting-go mistake heart There is a glory in a great mistake. Nathalia Crane great-mistakes glory mistake The rose has told Nathalia Crane ancient simplicity rose Lo and behold! God made this Nathalia Crane taught shade contentment Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography. Nathalia Crane geography desert boys When you return, the youngest of the seers, Released from fetters of ancestral pose, There will be beauty waiting down the years Revisions of the ruby and the rose. Nathalia Crane waiting rose years Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies. Nathalia Crane butterfly vision blue A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth, But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth. The angels grow quite wistful over worldly things below; They hear the hurdy-gurdies in the Candle Makers Row. They listen for the laughter from the antics of the earth; They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth. Nathalia Crane wall laughter angel Said the tiger to the lily, Said the viper to the rose, Let us marry so our children May attain the double pose. With a feline half a flower With the attar in the asp We could institute a slaughter That would make a planet gasp. Nathalia Crane flower rose children The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose. Nathalia Crane understanding rose world Great is the rose Nathalia Crane tombs indifferent rose
