Venus On The Sun

June 8, 2004


I saw her veiled shape
like a mole on the face of light,

obliquely set as if an eye
for all our eyes to see
into Hyperion’s mind,

or almost an onyx gem
piercing his lobe,

or just a simple speck upon
our single brightness,

a circle of force upon
the center of our will.

Like love’s first beams,
this eclipse can blind

or paralyze, though it moves
in its transitory path
our wordless hearts

and moving takes us to
that point in space from which

we in uneven intervals
roam and now in returning

feel what we feel more deeply
than thought can ever think:

beauty may seem to be
in solitary shining a solitary thing,
and yet in such alignment beauty is,
seen and known and found anew.


John Kryder


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