Angiuli Aguiar Poems

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What the cicadas sing
Made winter delay spring
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Will my heart not be as fierce,
But merely a rusty spear to pierce
At Will's wooden door,
But break no more,
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End-day's rain falling silently surprises
The brown birds of tomorrow's morning boughs.
Bow down, rain, passing those wings; they are your
Earthly ascending siblings of a subtler
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An owl flew without wings;
No light covered the wide winds.
A lover living of holy things
Played a lute without strings.
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A dew-drop of thought spread its ficiton on the fog;
A half-conceived vision fought to stand unstrained
With its feet fixed over the grey slippery froth;
Hands caught the reins of rain while something sat
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A single star strives in the cloudy darkness of the sky;
The blinding wind bestows its blessing on the eye
And dissolves the vision into a winding dance -
Transcendence's transparency in trance.
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That was not a pilgrim's journey, inside
His eyes. The wind over the holy land,
Whispering dry conclusions to his dreams,
Burned in earthly fire the pray on his lips
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Regard those leeves the breeze has blown!
I see the wind's a bitter clown.
Did fancy drive them or did joy?
I fancy both did them destroy.
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Fear the silent bell. I've grown pale and weak
From its voiceless swell that tolls in my mind
Calling to wake, calling to wake. It's bleak
To walk by a motionless ocean and find
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