Night God

I’ll call you God, you powers. I know of no other name. God then! I am so far from the flowers, press the window-frame, I look at the starlight, where children see You — for me You’re out of sight — perhaps listening too? acknowledge I’m only a man, bound to leap further than any…

The Red of the Jewish Bride

I have loved the Red of the Jewish Bride from the first time I saw it, not realising yet what kind of courtship I began that day. I went there also when the sky was grey, or the sun’s light showed for a moment only and flowed away in an unsteady line, and then I…