Angel...
If there were a place that we didn't know of, and there,
on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed
what they never could bring to mastery here- the bold
exploits of their high-flying hearts, their towers of pleasure, their ladders
that have long since been standing where there was no ground, leaning
just on each other, trembling, -and could master all this,
before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless dead:
Would these, then, throw down... (continue reading)
