How do you think of an angel?
Concentric circles of slowly revolving light
A gothic architecture of voices
Or a descending majesty that threatens to shatter you
Rilke’s beginning of terror
Or an approaching strange stillness
As you walked alone in the glade
Zephyr on your cheek
Or a shadow passing over your half-closed eyelids
When you lay on your back in the sun as a child—
Would any of these avail you now
As the mad parade passes you by
In the cold and rancorous dawn
The slow steady footfall of history?
This is very well done. I think of them as hovering and large, keeping a watchful eye and carrying a sword, don`t know how else we are surviving lately, man.
