Nathalia Crane Quotes
Lo and behold! God made this starry wold, The maggot and the mold; lo and behold! He taught the grass contentment blade by blade, The sanctity of sameness in a shade.
You cannot choose your battlefield, The Gods do that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew.
Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.
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.
In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?
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.
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.
Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.
The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.
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.
I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line.
Great is the rose That challenges the crypt, And quotes milleniums Against the grave.
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.
The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose.
The rose has toldIn one simplicityThat never lifeRelinquishes a bloomBut to bestowAn ancient confidence.
