A great light is the woman who knows the man she loves
And carries the light into room after room arousing The sleepers and looking hard into the face of each And then sends them asleep again with a kiss
Or a whole night of love
and goes on and on until The man and woman who carry the great lights of the Knowledge of the one lover enter the room
toward which Their light is sent and fit the one and the other torch In a high candelabrum and there is such light That children leap up
unless the sea swallow them In the crossing or hatred or war against which do not Pray only but be vigilant and set your hand to the work.
images from olydig poem byAllen Grossman