[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 27-28]

I-God.

All is so highly and so darkly God!

     Here from where I sit

I look with God’s eyes on God’s sky and God’s road

     So dusty and white and sun-hit.

     God-I God to {…} God sunlit

I work with so morning[1] a soul at the fields

     So humbly my God’s-eyes stare

Out of obviousness the trees and {…} and that builds

(No matter now, for it is but a buzzing |now|) †.

Little many flocks, oh how I am God with them

     My clear eyes kiss

The hills and the necessary sheep on them, and the gleam

Of the sun on all this

     I look through God at the visible air and the higher

     † some sense of crime not a sense

All this world is really in me, I am feebly a part of the trees

     The curve of the hills is my tense.

[27v]

Of my soul’s-substance are the colours made

Wherewith God paints the sunset, this first morn

Is of the taint of my soul’s glance, the shade

The {…}, the {…}, {…} the sunset words that adorn

Their presences with presence[2] the odours borne

By invisible hands though Sprung and Hours

All this am I – I know what only – that thou

Drink in with life, the {…} of flowers.

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A wind of greater hopes and wider dreams

Blows through the salty world[3] scattering 

The heat of furnished revels, the {…} steams

That many are on {…} like a tired wing,

A weird fierce with the too-† it doth baring

Too wondered with dreams of immortal mad

To lean an understanding a throned king

Of comprehension – so we are timid mere greed

Of what we cannot know, nor guess nor dream and send.

[28r]

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12-8-1913

The Mystery I call God round me is strews

I look at it through my consciousness…

An though my consciousness, an {…} glass

I see[4] the Universe, God upside-down.

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I see God upside-down, the Universe, 

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For the love of a woman is a red rose and a coin of silver

But the law of sky is a people role and a golden coin.

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[28v]

Francis Viélé-Griffin

Elle chantait au soir… p. 142.

For Bathylus

For the love of a woman is a Queen as a stone of gold

But for the love of sky is an Emperor[5] in a supper throne.

 
[1] morning /sunrise\
[2] presence /absence\
[3] salty world /world-salty\
[4] I see /Show me\
[5] Emperor/ress\