Oracles By Kathleen Raine
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From their grave lion-mouths, oracles
With angel-tongues outpour
Continuous the silent flood of time.
But we who cannot stem, but are that flow
Known only that we fall and fall
From source to abyss for ever.
Their serene wisdom is the book of life we write
In blood and ignorance, who are
Incomprehensible utterance of masks of dream.
From “The Collected Poems of Kathleen Raine”
by Kathleen Raine (Counterpoint: 368 pp., $30)