The dragonfly glows. He embodies
The best of the world, the best Of being alive. That metallic glow, Green or blue, does not rest, It is a beauty that shines Through the exoskeleton, An awesome flame that sates The splendor of the inner sun. No one can tell it where To shine, no thought can grasp, No desire define, no choice confine, The infinite rightness that no one can clasp, A beauty that gives the pond And papyrus life, until it feels The lines of the universe,until It justifies the wasps and eels, Even the snapping turtle and The dung beetle, even they Are bright, the sun is shining, A beetle trundles on a stray Leaf that floats across The stream, the dragonfly darts, Is still, its eyes see all, The sun ascends, morning starts.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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