O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me. <br />Let the shadow of thy wings <br />brush me. <br />Let thy presence <br />enfold me, as if darkness <br />were swandown. <br />Let me see that darkness <br />lamp in hand, <br />this country become <br />the other country <br />sacred to desire. <br /> <br />Drowsy god, <br />slow the wheels of my thought <br />so that I listen only <br />to the snowfall hush of <br />thy circling. <br />Close my beloved with me <br />in the smoke ring of thy power, <br />that we way be, each to the other, <br />figures of flame, <br />figures of smoke, <br />figures of flesh <br />newly seen in the dusk.<br /><br />Denise Levertov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-to-eros/
