John May

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Because the morning sun is gold
Because the smell of loam is bold
Because there's warmth within the cold
I know that I am Spring
...

I never thought that mortal eyes
Could peer upon an angel's face
Much less see one from vault'd skies
Descend in splendid grace
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The killing of a spider's right
If not from fear, then yes, from spite
For be it even ever small
A dot upon a wall of white
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It hugged the pillars of that pier
With trumpet waves that crashing sprayed
And low above it seagulls sang
To I, the priest who by it prayed
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THE VAULTED blue above the girl,
Who hand in hand with father went,
Produced in her a happy twirl-
A dancing she knew not what meant.
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When times of desperation greet me
With tempest and with livid storm
And violent winds wish to defeat me
And swallow me within their swarm
...

Beneath the skies of goddess Nuit
There lies my passion's sole pursuit …
It's her- whose flesh is beauty's claim-
A Nubian of Pharaoh's name:
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He clamped that heavy weapon tight
And aimed that steel that seemed a ton
And just before a life was done
A humming bird was in his sight
...

There, just below the moon's ascent,
Ethereal a figure went-
A silhouette, a dimly shade,
That moved towards him with clear intent.
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I walked (eleven-ish or so)
A kid amid blue snow and slush,
When lo! that golden orb aglow
Ascending made the blue-air blush!
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There are no Absolutes I see
Eternal Truths can hardly be
Nor can I think there is a Law
That governs heavy over me
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I fell into a solemn sleep
Alone the other day

And waking found that I was reaped
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I've never shunned a winter day
And feel I never will
But last year when I rode a sleigh
There came a bitter chill
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A king-bird flew in Pompey's Hall
Pursued by others from the grove
With laurel sprig in hand it strove
To hard elude the brawl
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The end of love is never well
The pain it brings what soul can tell
Still all will know its lovely sting
And for a time will with it dwell
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When children die what grief is more
What sorrow measurable compares
So deep the pain that cuts us through
It changes everything we view
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With wealth, the likes of Helen's Troy,
There are these few that think they're coy
They seem so modest- but I warn,
Their modesty is but a ploy
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Does a pure heart a better poet make,
Whose inner frame is as by God begot-
Swaying, shaping what the writer would take,
And by this inspiration mold the plot?
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John May Biography

My longstanding interest in philosophy and theology- both sparked by my interest and belief in God- are what brought me to poetry, hence here.)

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Spring

Because the morning sun is gold
Because the smell of loam is bold
Because there's warmth within the cold
I know that I am Spring

Because the aspen boasts her leaves
Because upon me warm air cleaves
Because the red squirrel ‘round me weaves
I know that I am Spring

Because the zenith sun's aflame
Because the lake is clear and tame
Because the larkspur knows my name
I know that I am Spring

Because the crows above have scoffed
Because the dragonfly's aloft
Because the mossy rocks are soft
I know that I am Spring

Because the twilight moon is pale
Because of crickets in the dell
Because the nighttime chill is frail
I know that I am Spring

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