Category: poems
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Touched by an angel
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the…
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Song of Myself
My respiration and inspiration…the beating of my heart… the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn… The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides, The…