Primroses; salutations; the miry skullof a half-eaten ram; viscous wounds in earthopening. What seraphs are afoot.Gold seraph to gold worm in the pierced slime:greetings. Advent of power-in-grace. The powerof flies distracts the working of our souls.Earth's abundance. The God-ejected Wordresorts to flesh, procures carrion, satisfiesits white hunger. Salvation's travestya deathless metaphor: the stale headsauced in original blood; the little feastfoaming with cries of rapture and despair.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Friday, April 22, 2011
A Pre-Raphaelite Notebook
Labels: Geoffrey Hill, Master-quotes
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