"The artifex verborum of the dream ... was no less adept than the waking Coleridge in the metamorphosis of words." — John Livingston Lowes, The Road to Xanadu. Observations on language (mostly ancient), religion, and culture.
By Edward M. Cook, Ph.D.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Poem 53
When he'd lived a year of years, Enoch was no more; he passed then through a door and found everything was clear.
Here, now, below, we tire and study to obey, and we wait for our day of translation, and of fire.
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