I burned my life, that I might find <br />A passion wholly of the mind, <br />Thought divorced from eye and bone, <br />Ecstasy come to breath alone. <br />I broke my life, to seek relief <br />From the flawed light of love and grief. <br /> <br />With mounting beat the utter fire <br />Charred existence and desire. <br />It died low, ceased its sudden thresh. <br />I had found unmysterious flesh -- <br />Not the mind's avid substance -- still <br />Passionate beyond the will.<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-alchemist/
