Marsden Hartley

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An hundred warblers in the nearest aching gap,
it seems as though it loved its aching
filled with hyper-ikonistic misery.
...

WE'LL have the sun now,'
the quaking sea gulls said
'We've run the gamut of the thundering sea,
one by one one by one,
...

THE tide comes in, and out goes tide;
it skirts the clifls, and in their shadow sees
the remnants of the days that fall
...

WHEN the surf licks with its tongues
these volcanic personal shapes, which we,
defining for ourselves as rocks, accept
...

I have taken scales from off
The cheeks of the moon.
I have made fins from bluejays' wings,
...

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Warblers

An hundred warblers in the nearest aching gap,
it seems as though it loved its aching
filled with hyper-ikonistic misery.
I did not expect such staggering wealth
to come to me by dawn-delivered stealth,
though morning is the time and spring
the way love knows of its best being.

All through the leaves a burning
rush of gilded, swift, whirling wing.
All warblers of the world have come
to me, and are in me living
I only cool retreat and humble shade giving,
my leaves with excess of sun trampled.

I said an hundred warblers came
to me,
and now that I am clear, what it
was, was very near
it was but two, or three,
But how they fastened me.

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