The Trinity in the Unity, and The Cosmic Egg Hildegard of Bingen, Scivias , II.ii and I.iii Rüdesheim/Eibingen, Benediktinerinnenabtei St. Hildegard, MS 1, fols. 47r and 14r Act I, scene i 1 A band of crystal lit with heaven’s fire burst o’er the earth and flashed across the plain, reverberating through the raining pyre of stories sung in cities built by Cain. A pinioned cloud danced rings around the flame, its cooing harmonized with chords of grace. A deep base note encoded love reclaimed from kingdom’s fall of mankind’s ancient race. The resonating wings revealed a clouded face. 2 The pigeon ether undulated free, an orchestra of feathers white as frost. The wingéd loom descended on the sea; from light it spun a subatomic cross. Bright feathers knit atomic Helios, while oscillating sparks set fire to quills. Reverberating wings turned light to dust. The looming man from loom that seemed to trill emerged in flesh from cloud of sapphire-blue beryl. 3 The chorus swelle...
The smell of rain on hot pavement does have a certain affinity that I enjoy on a personal level. I enjoy the look, the sounds of various tires make on the road, the clearing of the clouds and the Sun peeking through. It all adds up. Ways I can't quite explain.
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I like this one best, of your poems so far. I think the second to last line would be stronger if it read "Today I will stay inside". Just a thought.
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Yes, good suggestion: "will" sounds more rainlike than "can."
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