The Fathers put their trust in the end of the world
And they were wrong. The Gnostics were right and not
Right. Dragons copulate with their knobby tails.
Some somnolent wealth rises unconcerned,
Over there! In the world! Ponderous stubborn
Sorrow weighs down the flying Gospels.
Some enormous obstacle blocks our way.
The untempered soul grumbles in empty light.
Robert Bly, "For the Old Gnostics" from My Sentence was a Thousand Years of Joy. Copyright © 2005 by Robert Bly. Reprinted by permission of Robert Bly.
Source: Turkish Pears in August: Twenty Ramages (Midnight Paper Sales, 2005)