(if) Angels Share... 4/3/21 |
La Part des Anges A sublime poem should be sipped like a fine cognac, appreciated for its Hors d'âge - the time it spent aging sharing of itself la part des anges: "the angels' share." Most will never see nor taste that which the angels sip, that part absorbed into limousin oak cask yet some have learned how to appreciate, have refined their tastes, much like a perfumier with his aesthetic sense of smell can devine hints and flavors, essences that enhance and those rare few can capture, for a brief moment, divine essence. It is in the hidden, the under, the other side of the page (not one turned) one must look deep to see. Never merely skimmed as if for cream for that indolent behavior will ne'er reap the marrow nor allow the very heart to escape-- Let alone be able to be grasped, savored and held tight to the mind's breath. For indeed, the mind must be able to inhale and savor the distinct flavors, that pheromonal effect that touches the soul. Aged thoughts, bequeathing wisdom (perhaps) or mere anomaly, but that yet insist they be the center of attention for that beat of time. Thus, that other side of the page, where levels of depth await, are where, once again, one may sip-- should one have the care-- to partake of the nectar of the gods. |