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Theodore Stephanides
Moment of Eternity
That Moment flashes like a lightning flare:
One heart-beat it is not — then on the sight
The day is branded twenty time as bright,
A brightness that enfolds no core of glare.
A golden silence broods. The landscape seems
To mirror unknown spledours that, alive,
Transmute the sky into a dome whose gleams
Make of the welded world a golden hive.
And round it all things born, like golden bees,
In a great golden swarm gyrate and swirl
To seek the honeycomb where all are one.
I watch them dance through linked eternities
And feel my soul press outwards to unfurl
Its larval wings in the compelling sun.
(from "Worlds in a Crucible" 1973)
Moment of Eternity
That Moment flashes like a lightning flare:
One heart-beat it is not — then on the sight
The day is branded twenty time as bright,
A brightness that enfolds no core of glare.
A golden silence broods. The landscape seems
To mirror unknown spledours that, alive,
Transmute the sky into a dome whose gleams
Make of the welded world a golden hive.
And round it all things born, like golden bees,
In a great golden swarm gyrate and swirl
To seek the honeycomb where all are one.
I watch them dance through linked eternities
And feel my soul press outwards to unfurl
Its larval wings in the compelling sun.
(from "Worlds in a Crucible" 1973)