Romanesque

St George's Basilica, Prague

They do not point, these arches,

But bend in a low arc around silence.

Is it that they have nothing

To point at, existing only to let

What light there is suffuse their stonework

And transmit from somewhere else what -

In darkness - is radiantly glimpsed?

Or is it that they frame

That which is beyond them,

The unlit chambers where mystery

Lingers suggestively in corners, unassuming

And unwilling to aspire?  Lacking

Sharpness, they do not pierce the sky

But reflect, more subtly, heaven’s domain.