Clara Shanafelt

Invocation - Poem by Clara Shanafelt

O Glass-Blower of time,
   Hast blown all shapes at thy fire?
Canst thou no lovelier bell,
   No clearer bubble, clear as delight, inflate me --
Worthy to hold such wine
   As was never yet trod from the grape,
Since the stars shed their light, since the moon
   Troubled the night with her beauty?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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