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In my throat you have taken root- The radical violates my lips Gouging my smile until teeth are broken Its humid tendrils drop black soil in the cavity of my lungs The bark of the ***** startled the rabbit All this reflected in the eye of a raven Firstborn: How have I known thee? Surely it is not our first meeting you and I spring Come and gone are the lifetimes Past eternities we have known: In which we ran naked through the orchards Sleeping beneath a sky of stars innumerable A sky still ****** of smoke I walked in the cool evening Two dogs at my heels When we met I was born and the words were dammed up The flute of Pan was played as in moonlight we lay Unafraid Spring and I Who hath sculpted mountains? Wind and water are the paint and brush Stone and flame-Ice and sea Lightning dancing cloud to cloud Surely Thor's begun to weld Upon the anvil of the sky What is poetry to a flower A single petal gives justice to a thousand lifetimes Oh to be In the vein of a leaf Or the one running blue o'r your thin wrist Be still and listen For a night For a day God sings a song of Spring Love not thyself
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
The Law of Love
In my throat you have taken root- The radical violates my lips Gouging my smile until teeth are broken Its humid tendrils drop black soil in the cavity of my lungs The bark of the ***** startled the rabbit All this reflected in the eye of a raven Firstborn: How have I known thee? Surely it is not our first meeting you and I spring Come and gone are the lifetimes Past eternities we have known: In which we ran naked through the orchards Sleeping beneath a sky of stars innumerable A sky still ****** of smoke I walked in the cool evening Two dogs at my heels When we met I was born and the words were dammed up The flute of Pan was played as in moonlight we lay Unafraid Spring and I Who hath sculpted mountains? Wind and water are the paint and brush Stone and flame-Ice and sea Lightning dancing cloud to cloud Surely Thor's begun to weld Upon the anvil of the sky What is poetry to a flower A single petal gives justice to a thousand lifetimes Oh to be In the vein of a leaf Or the one running blue o'r your thin wrist Be still and listen For a night For a day God sings a song of Spring Love not thyself
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Equatorial Guinean
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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