The Oriole Poem by Imogene Wagner
The Oriole
Your coming is like
the coming of the rain
after the drought
When all things on earth
are seared and brown,
And as the earth
extends perched lips
to drink of this heavenly
manifestation
So I stretch forth
to drink of thy love,
And as the earth
turns green again,
I too, am rejuvenated
into splendor.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
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(November 1948)
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