"amantissimam" poems
With all the fairest angels nearest God,
The ineffable true of heart around the throne,
There shall I find you waiting when the flown
Dream leaves my heart insentient as the clod;
And when the grief-retracing ways I trod
Become a shining path to thee alone,
My weary feet, that seemed to drag as stone,
Shall once again, with wings of fleetness shod,
Fare on, beloved, to find you! Just beyond
The seraph throng await me, standing near
The gentler angels, eager and apart;
Be there, near God's own fairest, with the fond
Sweet smile that was your own, and let me hear
Your voice again and clasp you to my heart.
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I pray for you!
I cry for you!
You cry for us!
Down your round shapes
You burn in anger.
Shiver in rage.
You do not get the attention
You deserve.
So you drown us
Slowly
in our own
indifference.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC