Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Selections ~




















Seraphim, come,
come here and ponder
a Rose that, when cut,
lives all the longer.

Break the crystalline seal
On the clear, cold glass of this fountain
And allow my love to enter.
See how my golden curls
Are overspread with hoar-frost,
Are wet with dewy pearls.
Come, my Spouse, to your Love,
Rend that clear curtain,
Make your countenance seen,
let me hear your voice in my ear!

~Sor Juana