Saturday, January 4, 2003

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These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears,
With the sobs and sweat of my spirit and her desolate brooding for years;
See, I lay them -- not on thine altar, for they are unpolished and plain,
Not rounded enough by the potter, too much burnt in the furnace of pain;
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Arthur Bayldon
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Castellenas John 22 March 2019

Great meaning in the amazing poem by the talented writer. A worthwhile poem.

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Arthur Bayldon

Arthur Bayldon

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