April 06, 2017


11 Golden-winged, silver-winged, Winged with flashing flame, Such a flight of birds I saw, Birds without a name: Singing songs in their own tongue (Song of songs) they came. One to another calling, Each answering each, One to another calling In their proper speech High above my head they wheeled, Far out of reach. On wings of flame they went and came With a cadenced clang, Their silver wings tinkled, Their golden wings rang, The wind it whistled through their wings Where in Heaven they sang. They flashed and they darted Awhile before mine eyes Mounting, mounting, mounting still In haste to scale the skies– Birds without a nest on earth, Birds of Paradise. Where the moon riseth not, Nor sun seeks the west, There to sing their glory Which they sing at rest, There to sing their love-song When they sing their best Not in any garden That mortal foot hath trod, Not in any flowering tree That springs from earthly sod, But in the garden where they dwell, The Paradise of God. Shot by Cibelle Levi Art Direction / Styling KB Poem by Christina Rossetti Shot at the Beverly Hills Hotel  0 0 0