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Winged caterpillar That frees my soul, Sets my mind to dreaming, How the hand of man Out plays the God, Makes love To its master. With fondled fingers, you paint A dumb firmament, the way Light dazzles as it breaks Or how the itching rain Taps a teasing melody as it falls To the lover ground. Beloved of Orpheus Whose wove you coiled in- Vents a garment of bird song loom, Content my breath The way that water wells And lolls into puddles Nesting not before the hot, Harpy steam. O melodious pool, Undulating lake, frame To emotive vapours, without Ship you ply in wakes. The oarsman plucks the main, Your body is the sail, Drunkard winds and warblers, Blow hard, but fail my ears, Atone as well, the wretched sounds of day For they are sour spells, and but a fools Trash canned movements, in a state So needy of weeding, Mere sound is soiled The way you rake. Evolution spreads, As stones do, When moves the river bed, Grace, in violence, Sparkles as it blooms, Like an ears creation— Rose on the tomb.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
Ode to the Harp
Winged caterpillar That frees my soul, Sets my mind to dreaming, How the hand of man Out plays the God, Makes love To its master. With fondled fingers, you paint A dumb firmament, the way Light dazzles as it breaks Or how the itching rain Taps a teasing melody as it falls To the lover ground. Beloved of Orpheus Whose wove you coiled in- Vents a garment of bird song loom, Content my breath The way that water wells And lolls into puddles Nesting not before the hot, Harpy steam. O melodious pool, Undulating lake, frame To emotive vapours, without Ship you ply in wakes. The oarsman plucks the main, Your body is the sail, Drunkard winds and warblers, Blow hard, but fail my ears, Atone as well, the wretched sounds of day For they are sour spells, and but a fools Trash canned movements, in a state So needy of weeding, Mere sound is soiled The way you rake. Evolution spreads, As stones do, When moves the river bed, Grace, in violence, Sparkles as it blooms, Like an ears creation— Rose on the tomb.
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Irish
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
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