I
I Poet-Seer
I am a heart-stricken bird
All the same
Sing I.
And
When I sing
My stricken heart
Mellows my verse
Sharpens my thought
Intones my verses
Rhythm of my chants.
See
In the cathedral
The organ sings
And it be midnight
Figures
Black
Dense in the packed
Night-church
Unmoving
Unspeaking
Noiseless
Silent
Stand
Erect
They stand.
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