ARTICLES: Poetry
VESTIGIA by Bliss Carman,
(modified
by an uppity woman)
I took a day to search for Goddess,
And found Her not. But as I trod
By rocky ledge, through woods untamed,
Just where one scarlet lily flamed,
I saw Her footprint in the sod.
Then suddenly, all unaware,
Far off in the deep shadows, where
Sang through the holy twilight hush --
I heard Her voice upon the air.
And even as I marvelled how
Goddess gives us Heaven here and now,
In a stir of wind that hardly shook
The poplar tree beside the brook
Her hand was light upon my brow.
At last with evening as I turned
Homeward, and thought what I had learned
And all that there was still to probe --
I caught the glory of Her robe
Where the last fires of sunset burned.
Back to the world with quickening start
I looked and longed for any part
In making saving beauty be....
And from that kindling ecstasy
I knew Goddess dwelt within my heart.
(sent to us by Silja Muller)