~ by Stanley Kunitz
I abdicate my daily self that bled,
As others breathe, for porridge it might sup.
Henceforth apocalypse will get my bread
For me. I gnawed my tongue and bit my lip.
But now the visor of my name is up.
Giving to love my undivided nature,
Cherishing life, the only fire to keep,
I have been otherwise a part time creature,
With many selves to fool myself with hope,
And in myself a gentler self to weep.
Now I peel that vision from my brain
Of numbers wrangling in a common place,
And I will go, unburdened, on the quiet lane
Of my eternal kind, till shadowless
With inner light I wear my father’s face.
Moon of the soul, accompany me now,
Shine in the colosseums of my sense,
Be in the tabernacles of my brow.
My dark will make, reflecting from your stones,
The single beam of all my life intense.