Intuition by Wilfred Leyton

(“Often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove behind each one of us.”- Emerson; The Oversoul.)

I cast my word-net wide, yet, still unbound,
Your logic nimbly skips to higher ground.
Let dispute reach its end of vanity,—
Black turn to white, madness to sanity,—
Our breath entangles with an earnest ruth
As though the outcome were the fate of Truth!
Truth is itself; not something proved to be
By error’s subtlest snare, consistency!
. . .. Out beyond reason, past the touch of thought,
We sense a unison we have not sought;
Over our shoulders, when all words are done,
God smiles at God, and knows Himself as one.

From: Leyton, Wilfred, “Intuition” in Westerly, Volume 1, Number 1, 1956, p. 16.

Date: 1956

By: Wilfred Leyton (fl. 1956-1959)

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