Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.
I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and the modern,
As spring beds each year boast old styles, and new ones, in fields untrodden.
I loved useful work that challenged me, requiring masterly skill and precision,
As autumn is challenged to create beauty, keeping up summer's fading vision.
Friends and I went to fetes together, in feathered and beribboned fascinators,
......
I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.
I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the obscure,
Which had afforded me valued life experience, like that at childhood's detour.
My paths at times were treacherous, like a looming winter, treading so softly;
And that's the way life is, a medley of sunshine bliss, chased by errors costly!
Flamboyant friends favored wild things too, as orchards favor sun and breeze,
......
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
That my streaming countenance may make me more resplendent
That my humble weeping change into blossoms.
Oh, how will you then, nights of suffering, be remembered
with love. Why did I not kneel more fervently, disconsolate
sisters, more bendingly kneel to receive you, more loosely
surrender myself to your loosened hair? We, squanderers of
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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.
People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like flashing disparities of dazzling stars, when a pale moon is procrastinating.
My customers and I worked closely together, to gain functionality with beauty,
As evening sun associates with indigo sky, generating memories of tutti-frutti.
Fabled friends and I had dancing fun, on smooth floors of the flowery nightlife,
......
I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.
My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored of neon nights;
And I had forever been this way, as sable beauty is seen in a different light.
I was an eager connoisseur of coffee, and we offered so many rich varieties,
Underneath the pink, hoot owl moon, like lush offerings under papaya trees.
Friends and I were like night and day, and we had wild times when we could,
......
If I had the money,
if I had the time,
I’d buy a big old car
and drive to the ocean side.
Might be in the morning,
maybe late at night,
the stars might be shining,
or the sun might be bright.
And when the evening comes,
I’ll walk along the shore,
......
green and blue are best
for ages put to the test
berry sky, jade leaves
knee deep sage grasses
waving like sapphire oceans
and wandering wind
matter-of-fact pretty
in saffron everyday hours
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A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
In the lyrics of the bees.
I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.
I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the obscure,
Which had afforded me valued life experience, like that at childhood's detour.
My paths at times were treacherous, like a looming winter, treading so softly;
And that's the way life is, a medley of sunshine bliss, chased by errors costly!
Flamboyant friends favored wild things too, as orchards favor sun and breeze,
......