Friday, 18 October 2013

Trinity (The Wounded Angel, Hugo Simberg)




So this angel
   lifting two boys above
the landscape.

                        So
the strip of gown,
   flown to the ground

kisses earth, almost

under one boy’s mudded
boot.

         It’s a Manichean
mystery of a kind. The
boy in black, with the
fitted hat is thinking:

                                                In that water
                                                beyond the bare bush the

                                                Hesperus lies empty.

So this angel, tipped
forward, doesn’t

see either of the boys
she or he is

                        lifting.

And they are trying to
push him
                        or her

into the earth.









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