THE SUMMIT

THE SUMMIT

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I gained the heady heightsAnd sawThe vast expanse of cosmic blueBelow. I had not seenAll this before,Had not been hereDid not come or go,Never was above the Law The past had gone,Dissolved …And now I stoodOutside of timeBeyond the polar grip of right or...

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Masquerade

Masquerade

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Programmed to perfectionI don life’s daily masksAnd face the worldWhile slinking in the shadows. Who or what I amI never ask,Not wanting to revealA naked selfStripped bareOf all pretence and crutch. Bruce CooperMarch...

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The Divine Image

The Divine Image

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To Mercy Pity Peace and Love,All pray in their distress:And to these virtues of delightReturn their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love,Is God our father dear:And Mercy Pity Peace and Love,Is Man his child and care. For Mercy has a human heartPity, a human...

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Byzantium

Byzantium

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The unpurged images of day recede;The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is,All mere complexities,The fury and the mire of human veins. Before me...

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Ode on a Grecian Urn

Ode on a Grecian Urn

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Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the...

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The good-morrow

The good-morrow

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I wonder by my troth, what thou, and IDid, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then?But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.If any beauty I did see,Which I desir’d and got,...

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ISIS

ISIS

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Blood-red flowersOn the shrineEmit the fragrant eglantine,Grape-like taste of good red wineThese blood-red flowers on the shrine. The Cosmic BloodThat beats withinThe scarlet veins of your pure skinIs blood-red too and free from sin,The Cosmic Blood that beats within....

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Fondly Finally Goodbye

Fondly Finally Goodbye

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“And indeed there will be timeTo wonder, ‘do I dare’ and, ‘do I dare?’Time to turn back and descend the stair,With a bald spot in the middle of my hair –”       TS Eliot     Almost fifty-seven … The limbs begin to stiffen And the sun, now past its zenith,Sinks...

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Eternity

Eternity

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Before the day windsback againI sit,between the dark and lightentranced by imagesof nightthat float around withinwithout,transfixed by whatlife’s all about. The answers seem so closethey can be touched,and yet destroyed,if clutched,as if the seeking dissipates the...

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Song.

Song.

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Sweetest luve, I do not goe,For wearinesse of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter Love for me;But since that IMust dye at last, ’tis best,To use myself in jestThus by fain’d deaths to dye; Yesternight the Sunne went hence,And yet is here to day,He hath no...

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