Articles/Essays – Volume 55, No. 1

Ascension, after John Donne

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Embrace the first and forever night,

Heartening as this Moon journeys from cresting

To full-figured, and in this ecstasy begins to fall

Earthward, pulling me down to orchards heavy

And underground, into mysteries of regeneration—soft-

Bellied seeds nursing. Death-life-death, Her step

Makes darkness delicious. Licking sweet syrups from fungi

Kingdoms, Mother God is not the sun, the straight, golden

Path, but braided roots, white pears of underworld offering

Themselves into these my hands, dispelling the garment

Of wrath. Lady Wisdom reigns in me, in time and ever-presence,

To my own recovered humanity. My heart, finally.

My Holy Cloud, the only Holy Ghost—

Knit my heart with wind and rain and wolf.