jenny piñero

I heard a bird sing
In the night of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
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EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
That vanish in the heights.
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Sometimes I miss you
When drabness chokes me-
Stock phrases of technicians
Ice and sword of rebels
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No Time to Teach;
In Class, They Give a General Overview.
On Tests, They Want Particular Details.
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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
I'll by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the iced earth
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Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of guitar:
I have seen the lady Jenny bringing in the dolls,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm rain.
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People are oftentimes funny,
They are like pieces of chocolate candy

Some are nutty and some are tough,
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What world of wonder are the books!
As one opens them and looks,
New ideas and people rise,
In our fancies and our eyes.
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We went to see the doctor
At first I thought I'd be
Sort of scared to go to him,
But he was so nice to me!
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Always for the first time

Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
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Now must I these three praise
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
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