Angelless

In the last half of the only poem I completed to any satisfaction while living in Japan, I envisioned myself as a kind of angelless Jacob wrestling with a figure from an alien alphabet, trying to take its meaning from him […]

Our machines have shown us the uninhabited heavens while parting the angelless clouds.

In the mountains too angels sang to the lonely shepherds. A lion roared on an angelless mountain.

The loneliness and remote grandeur of the scene swept one into an angelless Paradise.