Hail, rain, sweet rain, sleet and
Winds eastward, southward and,
Northward! see, gale-blown fig
Tree-dance! stay chair-fast, mick
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An absence yours, disturbingly
Entwines me; the crowned being
Of season, you're away, now beyond
The centre and shaft of the self!
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Just as right kisses
On the wrong lips or otherwise,
Sometimes a right word
I choose for wrong thought
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It seems some one's behind
Them like transfigured fore-father,
Drawing darkness, when school-kids
Are back home and boon of sun
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My endeared heart
Vows in absence now,
Remembering pulse and flesh
And the heart eternal within,
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This pen filled I hold, my soul
Pointing to the blank page inside
This universe, twisted and lachrymal.
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Rain falls, uneasy through
The supple boughs of my brain-tree
When mum sleeps on
And Dad's among the farm- trees
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For many a year, lonely I leaned
Against this pillar, my soul!
Solitude, solace and strength
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The eyes here, the throat
As well femur there;
But name in the air, transitory
In the mercurial mountain air!
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The old man's in the street
Bearing a barrage of discreet
And disorderly communion of sounds
At the throat; helpers look
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