A measure of holiness a measure of power A measure of fearfulness a measure of terror A measure of trembling a measure of shaking A measure of awe a measure of consternation Is the measure of the Garment of Zoharariel YaHVeH God of Israel Who comes crowned in the throne of his own massiveness & the robe engraved in every part within without is YaHVeH YaHVeH & no creature that has eyes to look at it Not the eyes of flesh & blood the eyes of many servants & whoever looks upon it sees or glimpses it Whirling gyrations grip his eyeballs Eyeballs as his eyes flash cast out torches & enkindle him & burn him For the fire that emerges from the man who looks Enkindles him & burns him Why? Because it is the garment of Zoharariel YaHVeH God of Israel Who comes crowned to the throne of his own massiveness Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |