The Fountain, by Denise Levertov.

Don’t say, don’t say there is no water to solace the dryness at our hearts. I have seen The fountain springing out of the rock wall and you drinking there. And I too before your eyes found footholds and climbed to drink the cool water. The woman of that place, shading her eyes, frowned as…

Hildegard of Bingen

I read the story of Hildegard many years before I had heard the music. I have published a link to the ‘irupert’  Hildegard site on the right column of links, and an image of ‘ O Vos Felices Radices’. I first heard ‘The origin of Fire’ in Mayo at a point just South West of the Reek, which is the…

XLII- Sonnets From the Portuguese. By E.B.B

‘My future will not copy fair my past- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there , instead, saw thee , not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I ,…