In between the shadow and
\nthe light, be we ever so
\nhumble, revelation wakens as
\ndrunken laughter between kinsmen,
\nor an enemy well met
\non crumbling walls, a
\nbalm to cover the endless night;
\nNot long ago, we
\nsat by the Ganges and talked
\nas lovers do, between
\nthe billowing sheets, the
\ntablecloths hung out to dry, rooms
\nlong empty, filling up until
\nour hearts were overflowing with the
\nhalf-remembered songs of moss
\ngreen tufted soft beneath your head; had
\nwe but walked a few more steps, reached
\nout to stir the water with our
\nskin-starved fingertips, our lips
\ndry river beds soon flooded, and
\nall the clouds in riot; yet covered
\nwe our staid and sainted eyes, cast up
\nto the heavens our apologies, and all our
\nsecrets kept, save one: our own true names.<\/p>\n
– T.H. (& Emily<\/a>, with a nod to TSE<\/a>)<\/p>\n Read the full poem by Emily Dickinson here<\/strong> (“I died for Beauty \u2014 but was scarce”)<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In between the shadow and the light, be we ever so humble, revelation wakens as drunken laughter between kinsmen, or an enemy well met on crumbling walls, a balm to cover the endless night; Not long ago, we sat by … Continue reading