Texts / Louis Kaufman Anspacher

Louis Kaufman Anspacher

From “Invocation”

              Then give me a mood of the mountain tops,

           And the sacred presence of song;

           And I shall resume where the last star stops;

           And my chant shall be clear and strong.

           My words shall be writ in the world-heart’s blood,

           And sung to a cosmic lyre;

           Whose sighs are a wind, and whose tears are a flood,

           And whose love is the central fire.

                                                      To Isadora, 8 April 1917