emily noelle lambert,
“a history of lovers”
excerpt from “the hound of heaven” by francis thomspon
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbed pace,
They beat - and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet -
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me’.
rape of the daughters of leucippus
ghost of the flea