Capitolo 54
Concealing that reserves of the power and the beauty!
That that abounding Aprils!--choir of leaves on leaves!
These houses say, such walls in walls as ours,
Such roads of walls, solid and smooth of surface,
Such hills and city of walls, walls on walls;
Immovable in the sun, or dark with rain;
Walls perforated with windows, where the light can enter;
Windowless of the walls where obscurity is desired;
Towers and labyrinths and domes and rooms,--
Deep interruptions that surprise, dark on dark,--
All these are as the walls that mould Your spirit:
You stir, it is warm, inside of itself, gives back inside of itself,
Proud of their depth and strength; or sally from them,
When you are daring to steal great horns from the world. .
This fresh and deep room, with shaded walls and ceiling,
Calm and claustral, fragrant of my mind,
This fresh room says,--only such room has Him,
Always wait for him to the tops of stairways,
Reserved, remote, family to Your uses,
Where you can stop pretense and you/he/she can be him. . . .
And this embroidery, hanging on this wall,
Suspended forever,--this flight to sail so unfathomable there
Of gilded-climbed dragons, birds pure and simple of lapis lazzuli,
Wrappings of leaves in vermilion pale, beginners
Drawing their wings of rainbow through involutions
Of chrysanthemums of mauve and flowers of lotus,--
This wood of goblin where someone cries spell,--
This says, solo such beauty of involuted
Of thought and winding thought, dream connected with dream,
Images to imagine flight to sail, while garlanding fires,
Unfathomably spell cries in Your mind:
You have need but he/she sit and he/she closes Your eyes a moment
To see these deep sketches make sense of himself/herself/themselves.
And so, all the things discern me, you call me, you praise me--
I walk in a world of silent bawls, while praising;
And in this world you see me it likes a wraith
Blown here slightly and there, on silent winds.
'Praises me'--I say; and it looks, not in a glass,
But in Your eyes, to see there my image--
Or in Your mind; You smile, I am satisfied;
You look at me with non false interest,,