james watkin Poems

A species of Beauty
Distinct from mortal forms, insofar
Twas first beheld, arrayed
In a glowing light.
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Ope your windows for edification.
Here you'll acquire, soft-eyed
By rain's circuit, a chameleon's
In temperament-jumps, pried
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Each gift has a giver.
Life's? Undisclosed.
By the size of its good
The heart enclosed
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Those hollow tickings, ache on ache
Heartbeats which resound.
Tear for tear, one begs a response;
Sympathy's; cloud-found.
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A fogged blot for a day
Portrayed as stillborn.
For a day, that dreary
Unformed beneath a pall
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Wet blur of trees, blown horizontal;
Stream as green uprears!
Garden-fronted into the next
What for each housed clue
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He went in, conspicuous
Among all creatures
As one, in his upright lion's
Gruff pride reassures
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One sits in a tree.
One does not know why.
Reasons behind acts, leaf-hid
Birds to grasp - that fly!
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