POETRY: The Dark Night by Saint John of the Cross

I humbly just now discovered this from a Spanish mystic from the 16th century

Viva la “Noche Oscura” !

The Value of Sparrows

STANZAS OF THE SOUL

One dark night,
fired with love’s urgent longings
—ah, the sheer grace!—
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.

In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
—ah, the sheer grace!—
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.

On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.

This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
—him I knew so well—
there in a place where no one appeared.

O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.

Upon my flowering breast|
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,

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This is a poem I wrote while I was working on my PhD in Fine Arts. I’m re-posting it here today with revisions. Why? Because I have been deeply depressed and this poem suits my mood. This poem is part of my Dorian Gray series, written along with a thesis about Oscar Wilde and […]

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