Sunday, January 25, 2009

White Dew 1944

“... The wrong of unshapely things
is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew
and sit on a green knoll apart
With the earth and the sky and the water
remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart...”

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