My Sister, I have been to Paradise!
My place in Heaven I have surely touched;
Although I were not calm enough nor wise
That I in that abode might stay, as much
I wished. Mine Heaven was thine Earth, my sweet,
Thine hand, the hand with which sweet Kali held
And breathed life into cold unyielding heat!
That very primal Earth which is thy world.
And so, with Kali’s hand and Helen’s eyes,
Not knowing what a mortal thou hadst touched,
Thou sent thy brother to his paradise;
A heaven which, too beautiful to love,
Would ever be the prize of Earthy trips:
The Heaven of thine hands, and of thy lips.
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This piece flows easily in both rhyme and thought, my love.
As you know, I am also fond of your classic use of “sister”.
I will always remember you thus.
This is beautiful x
Thank you very much. Especially just now….