Consorting with Angels

For Mary Jane

When certain music plays I hear
a voice that sings the sounds of love
and lose the sense of daily life.

What can they mean, these angel notes,
is this the poet’s work like Blake
his garden talk with Gabriel?

And what about the Eastham* angel
coming through the wall like stone
and finding telling form in light?

I listen to the spiritual,
then talk with those who are not there
and find in stone a sacred charm.


*A tiny village in the Teme Valley, Worcestershire.

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