is the residence...

The Dance Most of All

Jack Gilbert

We Are the Junction

The body is the herb,
the mind is the honey.
The heart, the heart is
the undifferentiated.
The mind touches the body
and is the sun.
The mind touches the heart
and is the music.
When body touches heart
they together are the moon
in the silently falling snow
over there. Which is truth
exceeding, is the residence,
the sanctified, is the secret
closet and passes into glory.

       – first appearing in Ploughshares


Pris said...


Brent Goodman said...

amazing - thanks for posting.

Anna G Raman said...

I think this one says so much about the poet himself...