POETRY: The Magus, by James Dickey

adoration of the magi

It is time for the others to come.
This child is no more than a god.

No cars are moving this night.
The lights in the houses go out.

I put these out with the rest.
From his crib, the child begins

To shine, letting forth one ray
Through the twelve simple bars of his bed

Down into the trees, where two
Long-lost other men shall be drawn

Slowly up to the bring of the house,
Slowly in through the breath on the window.

But how did I get in this room?
Is this my son, or another’s?

Where is the woman to tell me
How my face is lit up by his body?

It is time for the others to come.
An event more miraculous yet

Is the thing I am shining to tell you.
This child is no more than a child.

 

2 Comments on POETRY: The Magus, by James Dickey

  1. Thanks. I love James Dickey, but had never read this poem before.

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