John May

Because the morning sun is gold
Because the smell of loam is bold
Because there's warmth within the cold
I know that I am Spring
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I never thought that mortal eyes
Could peer upon an angel's face
Much less see one from vault'd skies
Descend in splendid grace
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The killing of a spider's right
If not from fear, then yes, from spite
For be it even ever small
A dot upon a wall of white
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It hugged the pillars of that pier
With trumpet waves that crashing sprayed
And low above it seagulls sang
To I, the priest who by it prayed
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THE VAULTED blue above the girl,
Who hand in hand with father went,
Produced in her a happy twirl-
A dancing she knew not what meant.
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When times of desperation greet me
With tempest and with livid storm
And violent winds wish to defeat me
And swallow me within their swarm
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Beneath the skies of goddess Nuit
There lies my passion's sole pursuit …
It's her- whose flesh is beauty's claim-
A Nubian of Pharaoh's name:
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He clamped that heavy weapon tight
And aimed that steel that seemed a ton
And just before a life was done
A humming bird was in his sight
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There, just below the moon's ascent,
Ethereal a figure went-
A silhouette, a dimly shade,
That moved towards him with clear intent.
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I walked (eleven-ish or so)
A kid amid blue snow and slush,
When lo! that golden orb aglow
Ascending made the blue-air blush!
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What quarrel can I have with her
Who blackens all those lovely skies? -
Let all her heated belly quake,
And let her plumes the world surprise!
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Does a pure heart a better poet make,
Whose inner frame is as by God begot-
Swaying, shaping what the writer would take,
And by this inspiration mold the plot?
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Those leaflets
Fell toward Aztec tombs

As Monarchs
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My curses gazed upon the foe
Who perched on wires by the tree:
"Just who is it you seek, Old Crow,
The neighbor boy, or is it me? "
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Our sun, that shiny orb our Lord,
That star amongst a billion bright,
Authentic outshines all their horde
And is alone Intrinsic Light.
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There are no Absolutes I see
Eternal Truths can hardly be
Nor can I think there is a Law
That governs heavy over me
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I fell into a solemn sleep
Alone the other day

And waking found that I was reaped
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I've never shunned a winter day
And feel I never will
But last year when I rode a sleigh
There came a bitter chill
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