In My Desire To Be Nude

In my desire to be Nude
I clothed myself in fire: —
Burned down my walls, my roof,
Burned all these down.

Emerged myself supremely lean
Unsheathed like a holy knife.
With only His Hand to find
To hold me beyond annul.

And found Him found Him found Him
Found the Hand to hold me up!
He held me like a burning poem
And waved me all over the world.

(Published in Have Come Am Here 1942)

by Jose Garcia Villa

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