Poems by Themis

Storm

After the beauty of your peace,

The rapture of your storm;

Your myriad joys and agonies

Of colour, light and form:

Swiftness and strength and sudden doom

 Upon earth's tortured pain,

Straightening lightnings that ungloom

 The chambers of the brain.

Dance of the rain-drops in each cell,

Translucent, naked, pure;

Clean wind-washes which dispel

The crowded dreams of yore.

Heaving seas of passionate flame

Refining clotted dust,

 Etching silently your name

Upon the rocks of trust.

And, at last, the heavens warm

Of sparkling purities:

After the beauty of your storm,

The rapture of your peace.

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