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The light of dawn grows pink.

Her tender rays will melt the frost.

And herbs that nature loves the most,

Become an opium drink.

 The robin perched on utmost height,

Endured the midnight chill,

But with a renewed strength of will,

Drinks all, then takes to flight.

My heart is utmost dark and frost-

Your sympathy, the light.

I drink you to dispel the night-

An antidote I like the most.

 

 

 

 

A BIRTHDAY
Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.





 

 

 The tendrils of foreign powers mask my ears and eyes. 

I cannot move; I am as one hypnotized, 

Blinded by the luxurious allurement of greater ascedencies.

 A beckoning force (almost too strong to be born) breathes, whispers, 

Shouts promises, commands, and paragons, known and unknown. 

 The fragrance of these mysteries leaves me drenched. 

I can see immortality clearly. 

 Born upon the wings of intercession, 

 I savor this encounter and adore.

 

 A solitary pilgrim stood,

His face turned toward the west,

Care worn lines and calloused hands

Unmasked his severe quest.

Straining an ear to listen

For a distant, faint sonance,

Resolute to hear a score

From an immemorial dance,

He stroked his chin and pondered

(With a philosophic bent)

How mire, sturggle, and toil

Can spendorously be rent

By the common grace allowed us,

So a symphony breaks in

To calm a weary pilgrim

Through the world's cacophonous din.

 What if there were another world, exactly like our own,

And situated in the skies, its mysteries unfold?

Imagine it the new earth, surpassing time and space,

With perfect, righteous, holy, unmitigated race.

On that earth, another me, re-echoing my gaze,

Parallels the self-same thoughts in her congruent face.

What would I say unto myself as I stand close to me,

My perfect self looking agast, yet somehow lovingly?

If humankind could spy the earth as it will be remade

What thoughts would we have of ourselves; what words might we then say?

If time and space were relative, a thousand years, a day....

 

GO QUICKLY

Go, then!

I won't exhort you to stay

While it's your wish to be gone.

I would not alter your course

 If I could. Nay, flee in haste!

Quickly, before it's too late!

Your resolve might grow faint.

And decision may falter.

 I'd have you leave, as you will.

 Once you're gone, you'll be forgot -

 Missed by no one, much less me.

Be gone, you! My moistened eye

You'll never see, I'll shed no

 Tear in front of you, so go!