Friday, April 18, 2014

Soledad by Angela Manalang Gloria

It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried, 
The way she shattered every mullioned pane 
To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain 
To understand how one so carved from pride 
And glassed in dream could have so flung aside 
Her graven days, or why she dared profane 
The bread and wine of life for some insane 
Moment with him. The scandal never died.

But no one guessed that loveliness would claim 
Her soul's cathedral burned by his desires 
Or that he left her aureoled in flame… 
And seeing nothing but her blackened spires, 
The town condemned this girl who loved too well 
and found her heaven in the depths of hell.

From the POEMS (1940).

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