204. NOTRE DAME
204 NOTRE DAME Crystal lily In each arrowhead Glorious pointed archery Ambush on a cross Pointing there to the artist in nimbado Of chorale and violins From where their blasting tracks burn That illuminate the galleons of the gone And the Galleries and the passages of all Our vanished Atlantis. A greenhouse of the firmament deconstructing one by one The stone rows in lightness to the wind, their butted pistils suspended, their jewels of rays on the endless wheel of the earth. Its fine columns and galleries of luminosity and weightlessness Of stone they adorn the roads to Parnassus Between warm and cold and closed walls, the imprisoned stone, bare the broken eyes on its edges Raizadas, its helical branch and its retractable flower Snow eye in the crack burst A soul on its last journey will feel the eternal fragrance .
And its crowns will be its stained glass windows of emeralds, amethysts and rubies and the tracery pillars, golden nerves of Eden stuff, embedded in mystery, glories of heaven Where our lady Maria gets ready.
