April 17, 2013

Lewis Poem


CS Lewis on being human versus an angel:
Far richer they! I know the senses' witchery
Guards us like air, from heavens too big to see;
Imminent death to man that barb'd sublimity
And dazzling edge of beauty unsheathed would be.
Yet here, within this tiny, charmed interior,
This parlour of the brain, their Maker shares
With living men some secrets in a privacy
Forever ours, not theirs.

1 comment:

William Luse said...

I meant to say that I like the poem.