Joyce Bridle (Oblate) OSB Poems

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1.
The Immortals

Cupid doth shoot his arrow with immortal surety
In truth a marksman he, in miniature.
We neither hear nor see, but surely we do feel!
His aim is sure, his arrow swift
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2.
My Butterfly

Go little butterfly

Dusty cocoon abandon
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3.
Lynton: The Valley Of Rocks, 1994

If I hadn't cats,
Which are children to me,
I would up, do a bunk
And go live by the sea. As it is, I just dream
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