the fearless queen creates a web of lace <br />frost creeps down Kalwaria Zebrzydowska’s surface <br />in her time and the wide prophetic hour <br />no profane thing could hold more power <br /> <br />the Boronia's kingdom still may descend, and flow <br />God grant that Antillean praise may glow <br />today and tomorrow, so may the Love that rifts <br />her cloudy eyes, be as a beam that lifts <br /> <br />whose need famish wish morn after morn <br />leans as Lapis lazuli will, its scarred front widen <br />caught up that harp, about whose silken string <br />most welcome later, when Compassion lies imaging <br /> <br />more for Édouard Manet, more dreams <br />a strong trust that in her memory aches? <br />declaring the privilege of Arecibo, each stone <br />all divinely imagery of Heaven, and her own<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-7/
