Then, Again

True, I can see your beauty when you don’t.

I am not prejudiced as you are, dear.

You think yourself so plain, but I, I won’t,

Nor could I! Falsefully I’ll not appear!

Yes, yes, I know you’re not from Hollywood.

Thank God! You’re innocent and very, very good.

This goodness—you, that are—makes all you are

Shine so keenly bright, a real star,

And if I be that ship alone that sees

You winking at me through the dark night’s breeze,

If I alone wave flags to you from here on earth,

If only I steer certain toward your self-raised worth,

Then let the world know I’m wise beyond all ken,

Who over-sings your praises, over, and again!

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Too Too Soft

Your too-soft lips are too too soft, I swear.

How can it be that I still be from kissing there?

That first sweet touch was—-air, then, liquid sun,

And yet a cooling warmth, or warming cool

Swept up through me, or down, and in sweet pool

Of bliss I did not faint, but almost did.

Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow, keep them hid;

Let me not even see, or I may die!

Oh, tomorrow tomorrow, come you fast!

For I would still be kissing while I last!

O torture delicious! O temptress divine!

My star-eyed lover whose days are all mine!

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New Moon

The moon, so slow, so slow she swims

Across, across the pool, above.

No frothy kicks, no splash of limbs,

No motion made of passioned love.

The stars are still; they watch in awe

As slowly, slowly, on she goes.

They’re perfect in obeying laws;

She’s not enslaved to stately rows.

Then where, O Moon, doth romance bide?

“In souls where dreams are not denied,

In minds where failings are defied,

In wills of matching, ‘raise you’ pride!”

Faint frothy kicks, faint splash of limbs,

The new moon slowly, slowly, swims.

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Then, Again

True, I can see your beauty when you don’t.

I am not prejudiced as you are, dear.

You think yourself so plain, but I, I won’t,

Nor could I! Falsefully I’ll not appear!

Yes, yes, I know you’re not from Hollywood!

Thank God! You’re innocent, and very very good.

This goodness—you, that are—makes all you are

Shine so keenly bright a real star,

And if I be that ship alone that sees

You winking at me through the dark night’s breeze,

If I alone wave flags to you from here on earth,

If only I steer certain toward your self-raised worth,

Then let the world know I’m wise beyond all ken,

Who over-sings your praises, over, and again!

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To Do

Because we’ve kissed ourselves into the ground,

And downward still we sink, while lips are true,

Sweet quicksand love holds us together bound,

And still, and still, I get not all of you,

Then let us break apart and feign to die,

Or deep in passion’s energy make pause,

Yet still, oh still, half-sleeping, wing and try

The causes in ourselves of lovers’ laws

Which waken unto glory kisses new,

And we, unbound by Wanting’s re-ignite,

Clasp triumphing of triumph of love’s light!

Then slowly, slowly, slowly, dear, we go,

To flicker, flare, and flicker in our right

To do the sacred doing that we do.

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Words for Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony Chorus

Hear the simple truth we’re singing,

Hear it and be glad to stand.

Now step forward free in spirit,

Join with lovers of this land!

Louder, prouder, truer and surer,

Strong to endure o’er tyranny,

Man and woman height of human,

Loving life will ever be!

Thousand voices joy in praising

Joy itself arising high;

Choir of life’s soul abiding

In the light of every “I”!

Flash of sun and crash of lightning,

Ha, ha, ha! Their love is strong

For this force of song uniting

In man’s mind that does belong!

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Secret Mopper

The mopper mopped the kitchen floor in under half an hour.

I wish l could have seen her and learned her secret power.

Cause many a floor takes an hour or more, and great big halls take two;

And naught gets done if your hands are sore, and the boss says, “You are through!”

Oh, it’s quite quite sad to be unemployed and have no floor to mop.

But my dear love, she is overjoyed her secret not to stop!

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