i read this poem in Harper’s magazine, which i hear is in trouble. i love honey, so it made me a little sad; “rapture of the bees,” and all. the title of the poem, their faces shall be as flames, is from the prophetic book, Isaiah.
here we try to identify those things that please or pain us but which are of a higher order than mere pleasure or casual annoyance. we look for charm in the bleakest realities and the desolate in the midst of ecstasy.
¡ no topic too obscure !
¡ no thought too outrageous !
¡ no reality without charm !