Here's a hymn to welcome in the day. Heralding a summer's early sway. And all the bulbs all coming in. To begin. The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens.
Down by the lake. We were overturning pebbles. And upending all the animals alight. And I took a drag. From your cigarette and pinched it. 'Tween my finger and my thumb.
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On a winter's Sunday I go. To clear away the snow and green the ground below. April, all an ocean away, is this the better way to spend the day?. Keeping the winter at bay.
[Margaret:]. Isn't it a lovely night, and so alive. With fireflies providing us their holy light. And here we made a bed of boughs and thistledown. That we had found to lay upon the dewy ground.
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I was meant for the stage. I was meant for the curtain. I was meant to tread these boards. Of this much I am certain. . I was meant for the crowd. I was meant for the shouting.
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And here I dreamt I was a soldier. And I marched the streets of Birkenau. And I recall in spring, the perfume that the air would bring. To the indolent town.
The gymnast, high above the ground,. Limbers up and falls timber down. Ankles splayed and all tied. The gymnast long has arrived. Lazy, your long sister lays.
Grade Cathedral Hill. All wrapped in bones of setting sun. All dust and stone and moribund. I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle. .
All rise for the commandant as he addresses from the promenade, hold tight!. We were having such a fine time. We were covered in a sweet rime, all right!.
Here arise and say it's a honey (?). All this light that daybreak brings. And the ancient bands that brung me. Till the bad where you sleeping safe. .
I'm an engine driver. On a long run, on a long run. Would I work beside her. She's a long one, such a long one. . And if you don't love me. Let me go.
The film was a bust, but we stayed 'til the ending. Hair all a-mussed but your clothes didn't look so bad. And back on the street, the rain was descending.
Eli, the barrow boy. Of the old town. Sells coal and marigolds. And he cries out. All down the day. . Below the tamaracks. He is crying:. "Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying!".
Limber Jack, he landed on his back. Was bedding on the netting when the rigging went slack. Was a moonless night, the stars all lending light. She's leering in the mirror when the rodent rode right.
See this ancient riverbed. See where all my folly's led. Down by the water and down by the old main drag. . I was just some tow-head teen. Feeling 'round for fingers to get in between.
Dear Avery. I think of you only. Were you waving. Were you dead on the vine?. . Oh Avery. To think of you lonely. Would I could just grab you. By the nape of your neck.
Here we come to a turning of the season. Witness to the arc towards the sun. A neighbor's blessed burden within reason. Becomes a burden borne of all and one.