20 Quotes by Nathalia Crane

Oh I’m in love with the janitor’s boy, And the janitor’s boy loves me; He’s going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.

Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.

Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.

Lo and behold! God made this starry wold, The maggot and the mold; lo and behold! He taught the grass contentment blade by blade, The sanctity of sameness in a shade.

The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.

Great is the rose Infected by the tomb, Yet burgeoning Indifferent to death.

When you return, the youngest of the seers, Released from fetters of ancestral pose, There will be beauty waiting down the years Revisions of the ruby and the rose.

The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose.

The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.