For Any Scholar
By LOUISE DAUNER
Now follow your skills’ clear belling over
Ragged fields till you run to cover
Sly quarry, truth . . . Then leap the wall
Of bone-white fact. Give ear to call
Of stinging blood and the fancy’s play.
There lurks your quarry — beyond the day!
Ragged fields till you run to cover
Sly quarry, truth . . . Then leap the wall
Of bone-white fact. Give ear to call
Of stinging blood and the fancy’s play.
There lurks your quarry — beyond the day!
Follow your vision, annihilate
With searching flame of both early and late
And near and far . . . Then find time’s real
Within two hands that touch and feel.
With searching flame of both early and late
And near and far . . . Then find time’s real
Within two hands that touch and feel.
Oh break this ice of the sculptured rhyme
Whose bright prismatic structures chime
Friezes on a wintery air!
Let lights of living waters flare
To constellations in the veins.
These whirling spheres, these loves, these pains,
Whose bright prismatic structures chime
Friezes on a wintery air!
Let lights of living waters flare
To constellations in the veins.
These whirling spheres, these loves, these pains,
These poignant ledgers of time and space,
Of the Moses-vision, the fall from grace,
These are the quarry whose caverned night
Blood-documents emblaze with light!
Of the Moses-vision, the fall from grace,
These are the quarry whose caverned night
Blood-documents emblaze with light!