O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees It is a love in darkness wrought obedient to the unseen sun, longer than memory, a thought deeper than the graves of time. The turning spindles of the cells weave a slow forest over space, the dance of love, creation, out of time moves not a leaf, and out of summer, not a shade.
Kathleen RaineThe air is full of a farewell- deserted by the silver lake lies the wild world, overturned. Cities rise where the mountains fell, the furnace where the phoenix burned
Kathleen Raine... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are.
Kathleen RaineI couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.
Kathleen Raine