'I am the Bread of life...'
Jesus Christ
please accept this crust of bread.
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my cherry coloured clouds my drifted snows
so merrily she summed up all her sums
while we traced leaves on coloured paper
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'must the water rhyme with the sun, ' I wandered by
the streams that run humming to myself, 'at the
end of every line? ' because a friend had scorned
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everything she held in her hands turned to snows;
the starlight above diminishing where she had departed
no longer sacrosanct in the little villages of the world.
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the broken altar where she was crowned
cannot bide the mists
or little else that she had found in life
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to Rod Serling
to the Russian people, forever the guardians of Poetry
to all the Americas in my heart
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to a dry fountain
small birds came to drink
when holes were punched in a daylight sky
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to my grandparents
in bubble-gum pink, reading old comics
we sipped our summers slowly while
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to J.M. Barrie
strange world we are always leaving
all the time every night we leave in
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for Oliver Sacks
...suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
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