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FOR THE FIRST TIME

Can you imagine that blessed time, Just before our dawn light, when, For the first time, her magic appeared; Radiant yet translucently uttered.

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THE POETS

From room to hallway the candles passing glare is extinguished. She floats on imprinted dances, but in her fullest shape she is no longer there in the starless night of our blue-black branches. It’s time, we must leave – as … Continue reading

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SONG OF THE STILL GARDENER

What you didn’t suspect was she lives trembling in the air. In a treasury of the day which you scarcely touch. Moments come and go laden with no one to look at them.

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TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE

I who am dead a thousand years ………And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers ………The way I shall not pass along.

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SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE – XLI

I thank you all, who have loved me so right with your hearts entwined in mine. Thank-you each, who have remained: in her voices-view when my prison-walls appeared so tight;

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