Friday, February 16, 2007

Skeletons

For the 5,000 year old lovers unearthed in VALDARO, Italy:

Resurrection
by Emily Dickinson

'T was a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time


These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.


No lifetime set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.

Was bridal e'er like this?
A paradise, the host,
And cherubim and seraphim
The most familiar guest.

3 comments:

emmapeelDallas said...

You were touched by them, too...this is beautiful.

Judi

Erin said...

Dickinson has such a way!

I was also moved by the pair. They added a hauntingly beautiful flare to my Valentine's Day this year.

Tom said...

A most fitting tribute to the ancient couple. Emily Dickinson is always good.

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