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Self Dialogue
“All Life is yet what you may see But deep much as you try to see God in a reborn star & eternity in an eye.”
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Letter XI
I spoke about you to the youthful summer hymns, & to the ancient wrecking winter winds. I spoke of Love unknown. As I speak you, now. I spoke of a heart untorn. As I share mine, now; Two hearts — as one. Forever, unspoken of, unseen, unheard of, undone. Until, you mark the perfection of our heart.
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Letter X
Between a duo, I rove. Between a duo, I wander. Though I deeply know; the best of history is yonder. & that our future selves will coincide once more. Just as we did, before our birth back on the days of yore. Till then but faint “Hellos” I have, so are the faint “Goodbyes”. Till then so
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And For I am full of you
And For I am full of you, In springs & roses & trees & soothing seas only not. But in the swarming surges & nights & falls, Carving enlightenment in my heart walls. Ripening tempers & self-embers that used to rot. Empty of things I am but few. Yet those are you… & for the days
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Letter IX
How long will ending start after starting’s end; For in waiting weary me hardly can fall or transcend? How long we’ll separately breathe if our paths are entwined; For waiting is unbearable for my psyche & my mind? Until we touch & time would be whole, & history complete. Until we cease to act at ease,
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Letter VIII
I saw you rain I saw you gleam, A fire reflected in a stream A solitary weary wave That I would sail yet I’m not brave. But in your eyes, The stars, they guide me in disguise. Oh I dare sail, & break the secrets of your veils. & tell the moons & suns &
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Letter VII
You spoke in a winter night—so dim To breathe out a morning’s hallowed hymn. A soothing smile from a gruesome grim Born back in time for one more start. You spoke & turned my winter blues to garish gleams & glaring hues. An unrivaled triumphant muse, To make a saint of my pagan heart. You spoke, & all misery melt
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O’ Thou who look nature in the eye
O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, & say: “Oh why thou sky thou sky” & say: “Oh wow thou hurt me—how! Erase me or embrace me Now! Lest I fall into sweet rupture, That bitter rapture… O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, To see all that do you mystify, To see
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Letter VI
O’ my second self, my swooning soul, O’ fading flame; Renounced are all the words I call, knowing your name. O’ my long-lost love —O’ my absent queen; although you may remain unseen, between my sorrow & my thrill. Before we meet Oh linger still, In my wretched world as it’s always been, of dreadful death’s shattering shrill. &
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Letter V
I’ve missed you, That I can’t deny; each thought, each feeling, each prayer, each sigh It’s you, they always align by. My darling —I. O’ me, my second self, O’ my. The only words I tell my soul, O’ me, my whole. “I’ll meet you nigh. Before my time is due. Till then I just miss
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