Smaller than pollen-grain, smaller than seed
Of bitter berry red—
Do not look for the small,
The door has no size at all.
Some of sorrow have made a well
And deep have seen
In daylight far stars glimmer pale
In a nether heaven.
April 1963
Smaller than pollen-grain, smaller than seed
Of bitter berry red—
Do not look for the small,
The door has no size at all.
Some of sorrow have made a well
And deep have seen
In daylight far stars glimmer pale
In a nether heaven.
April 1963
© Kathleen Raine