Angiuli Aguiar Poems

When I am old I will have known
Of all there is of art and song.

Then I will cry, when I be done,
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Were I thy hand, thy soft, lascivous hand,
That glides and swerves along thy snowy breasts:
A snake that savours every grain of sand
Upon thy flesh and on thy thighs there rests.
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Mirror on a mirror laid,
I am a shadow of it all,
One another's shade
In between compressed,
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I pluck out of the memory of the world,
On chords of rocks and tunes of trees,
The bird that round the imagination whirled
And set his nest on the primordial seas.
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Sleep, thou, O sun; slip down into the sea;
The wane water will nurse thy feeble ray,
Thy blazing fire fading into grey;
No, never will I see thy light in me.
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A light that has flickered and failed;
A light conceived as gone;
Lightning the flame of a broken candle
Upon this marbled floor.
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I

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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