Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Sight and death
Sight and death
And how shall any say what Beauty is? We move about this earth so short a space, And see so dimly chat we may, nor know Of what we cannot see, that Beauty's face Must be forever hid, or part revealed But for the briefest catch of mortal breath In instant wonder. Vision blinded so By life may hope for sight in only Death. | |