Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Poem: Excerpt from Poems by St. John of the Cross







On a dark night
When Love burned bright
Consuming all my care,
While my house slept,
Unseen, I crept
Along the secret stair.

O blessed chance!
No human glance
My secret steps detected.
While my house slept,
I silent crept
In shadow well protected...

Translation by K. Jones