Most Radiant

Most radiant face of all I’ve ever known,
Or guessed, imagined, dreamed of, to me shown,
Oh Yuko, so is your dear face to me.
Thrown, all the sonnets I did think and write—
Thrown bunched away as worthless works to see—
Yet burnt they, burnt, live sparklings of your light.
So I un-bunched them, read again to find
A clue or two to glory of your face,
Then close my eyes, to wake you in my mind.
Most joyous face, with eyes and lips that grace
Each where, each when, each why, each what you are,
That makes of low wan shade a gold high star.
So through my consciousness you blaze away,
And I write on, a poet blind with day!

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