Let Joy Come In

My dearest love who loves so dearly true,

Let lifelong guilt fall far away from you.

Self-punishment must end in self-made peace,

And you have earned, self harshly, true release.

Your love of justice made you take on guilt,

And virtue in you did not fail or wilt,

And that is why today your mind is pure,

For you were strong to take it and endure.

Oh dearest mine, why, you never meant a wrong,

But stubborness sang through you with its song,

And brave intent turned into selfless act,

While silent you bore pain upon your rack.

Your love of justice made you take it all,

Your virtue was a chain that kept you there.

More virtuous than they who are so small

They still can’t see that only you are fair.

My dearest love who lives so honest, true,

Let guilt for brave gone wrong fall far from you.

Look at your picture when you were nineteen—

How bold you were— a boldness rarely seen!

How beautiful, proud, and good at fifty-three,

High wonder giving joy to those who see!

At least to me, who loves you all your life.

You could, and should have been, my one true wife!

And still, at sixty-three, your strength shines out;

Your steely independence none can rout.

Your gentle, thoughtful soul l praise, adore,

Which adoration you have earned, and much, much more.

With many years ahead if us to live

My deep-down love l worshiping will give.

My dearest love, who loves so dearly true,

Let joy come in and live his life with you.

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True Flower (from Jan. 4, 2018)

Bright and beautiful dreamer,

Emerging in time

With her meaningful thinking.

Flower power of the mind—

Precise her petals!

Demanding is her perfume!

Do not drown in her beauty.

Respect her questions.

Breathe in deep her love’s thinking.

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Smile (from March 1, 2018)

Your smile l long to see,

Your lips spread wide for me;

Your eyes a-twinkling so,

Your whole fair face a-glow.

And, too, your arms will smile

As they spread out in style,

And so will smile each hand

To reach me where l stand.

Your feet will smile so free

A-walking fast with me,

And your sweet body shine

A smile that is all mine!

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My Anarchist (from Dec.18, 2017)

You do not think like others do,

You have an honest twist;

And that’s why l’ve an eye for you

You crazy anarchist.

The crowd goes left, and you go right;

You’re not e’en on a list!

Most girls are dull, but you are sharp,

You foxy anarchist!

O anarchist! O anarchist!

The name you love so well!

I’ll swing with you, my anarchist,

Our single freedom’s bell!

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Take (from Oct. 25, 2017)

I love you, Clarinda,

From deeper than deep,

From lower than low,

From all the way down,

As low as can go.

There, under the thought of me,

Under deep dream,

Under me, deep in me—

Wonder one—thee.

Soul of my soul

That is only to be

You, the sweet truth of me,

Deep and whole.

All of you, darling,

All of you, yes;

All of you calling

All of my best.

All that is me, love,

All l do give,

All for your happiness

Giving to live.

Take me, my sweetheart,

Take what I am;

Take to Clarinda

Her soul-loving man.

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More and More (from Sept. 2017)

Much more, much more than yesterday,

I love you more today.

I don’t believe in yesterday

When l loved you less more.

And yet, ’twas more than day before

(And that was more than days before),

When at the start, with all my heart,

I loved you more and more.

When more is most, when most is all

Of every loving part of me,

When all the parts make one great heart

And that great heart my whole life be,

Then all of what l am and do

Will be my giving most for you;

O Love, l am that all of time

That steps and steps with more, sublime,

That gives the most if all it’s got,

And backward steps, it has them not.

Now to the throne whereon you sit,

Near table with dear books on it,

Near where you shine with pen and light,

And press your love in writing right,

I come with tongue of joyous praise,

And soul that sings you all your days!

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In The Arms (Sept. 2017)

In the arms of Clarinda I’m longing to be,

Next the heart of my lover sweet beating for me.

I will feel it, and hear it—her whispering, low,

“I do love you, l love you, l do love you so.”

And the face of Clarinda finds glad ribs to press

And the hands of Clarinda slide over my chest,

And the life of our spirits in body is one,

As the light of the moon is the soul of the sun.

Oh, Clarinda, my darling, l’m longing for you,

To be with you, speak with you, sleep with you, too.

I will hold you and kiss you till time is not more

Than a life-space of love for the star adore!

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