Lyric 17

  - 1908-1997

First, a poem must be magical,

Then musical as a sea-gull.
It must be a brightness moving
And hold secret a bird’s flowering.
It must be slender as a bell,
And it must hold fire as well.
It must have the wisdom of bows
And it must kneel like a rose.
It must be able to hear
The luminance of dove and deer.
It must be able to hide

What it seeks, like a bride.

And over all I would like to hover
God, smiling from the poem’s cover.

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