Oliver ......... Poems

Hail, rain, sweet rain, sleet and
Winds eastward, southward and,
Northward! see, gale-blown fig
Tree-dance! stay chair-fast, mick
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O Silent earth, swart and rugged,
Benevolent Mother to our mothers
And fathers, take back now your
Glorious son, the chief black
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I caught sight of my Will
There on that height,
Imagining how once again
The strangness is lost out
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Midnight! I hark to the whispers of trees that toss
Their branches like dancers in festal season!
O trees, they swing as the breath of darkness gushes
Across the thorpe! Beneath this blackish or brown
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An absence yours, disturbingly
Entwines me; the crowned being
Of season, you're away, now beyond
The centre and shaft of the self!
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Just as right kisses
On the wrong lips or otherwise,
Sometimes a right word
I choose for wrong thought
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Like a serpent
Your immaculate love
Entwines My heart!
Miles off - the sea,
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One by one they appear,
Then move off as air
To eternal darkness!
Yet one remains with the winter
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I have espied
The product of heaven
Falling towards the aloofness
of winterish trees.
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