Angiuli Aguiar

Down the road I wander pathless
Walking aimless seeking the way
Through the brae and the meadow
Hearing the echo of the silence
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Wandering within loneliness, long I've waited
Sadness surrounded me, then silence faded
Darkness deceived me when day raised
Brightness blinded me for a light blazed
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Around the tree of Life a lake there lies
Of fearful flames and tender waves of ice
Where in one essence both were intertwined
The sinuous rivers of the Heart and Mind.
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I cannot frame the fire of Beauty's song,
The distant crawling notes of wingless birds;
A fiery spirit fiercely burns my tongue:
I speak, it dies, and ashes are all my words.
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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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A dew-drop of thought spread its ficiton on the fog;
A half-conceived vision fought to stand unstrained
With its feet fixed over the grey slippery froth;
Hands caught the reins of rain while something sat
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A single star strives in the cloudy darkness of the sky;
The blinding wind bestows its blessing on the eye
And dissolves the vision into a winding dance -
Transcendence's transparency in trance.
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That was not a pilgrim's journey, inside
His eyes. The wind over the holy land,
Whispering dry conclusions to his dreams,
Burned in earthly fire the pray on his lips
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Regard those leeves the breeze has blown!
I see the wind's a bitter clown.
Did fancy drive them or did joy?
I fancy both did them destroy.
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Fear the silent bell. I've grown pale and weak
From its voiceless swell that tolls in my mind
Calling to wake, calling to wake. It's bleak
To walk by a motionless ocean and find
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