From 'Exchanges of Light', Jacques Roubaud (trans. Eleni Sikelianos):

LEWIS DE B.

Let’s be serious. Why not try to prove that light is God, while you’re at it?

JOHN PH.

I wouldn’t say that. But why reject a metaphysic of light? Several divine traits are applicable to it; thus: light begetting and the splendor begot come together and illuminate each other; something divinity also accomplishes by itself.

M. GOODMAN

But isn’t that what light is? There is light and lights; lights are objects, light is an arrow. The first change; the second, not.

WILLIAM H.

In the air
...........light
......................pulls out
...........from earth...........into dark
and spits
...........in the air
......the night..........rough to the edges
......of trees
......................in the ground

DENNIS PS.

Whatever you say. It’s clear that each light tears itself out from night, but it is also clear that in each shining thing, light in its essence and substance is more shining still than its visible glimmer, which is only the black and shadow of all its shininess.

These trees, this grass, these hills, like us, visible in the dying light, aren’t they all as impenetrable as the inaccessible light, of which lights are but a shadow?