O Artist

She sits a-top the giant block of stone

And reads the words which he had thought alone,

Herself clean individual whose gaze

Comes from her thought about a thought

Of what is real, her future’s days

Prepared from that which is to what she ought.

Behind her, up and over, sky high,

The giant thinker magnifies her “I”.

O Artist of glad earthly focused might,

I thank you for your vision hard and bright!

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No Doubt

I’m in my house;

You’re in yours.

Not the same house;

Love endures.

One block away,

I’m in mine;

Day after day

Wrong design.

Where there’s a heart

Love will beat;

Where there’s two hearts,

No retreat.

Open door now;

Look on out:

Four feet clapping,

There’s no doubt

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Hey!

You laugh—world, awake!

Ah, the long—ah!—long stretching!

Hey, it is still here!

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True

True, who can be true?

So many others, others.

You, always, just you.

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Lips

Lips are silencing

When pressed together in love

Lips are silencing.

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Only?

I was just walking, walking on by,

When up at your window l heard me a “Hi!”

It wasn’t real loud, but was beautifully clear,

And I knew that your sweetness was sent way down here.

So up went my eyeballs, and yes, you were there,

With face all a-shining and hand waving air.

In me was a gladness no giant could feel;

It was large as the heavens, and strictly ideal.

Oh, but only a second, two seconds, three,

For I couldn’t stop with those cars around me.

Oh, but only a second, two seconds, three?

Ah, that is forever to a lover like me!

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We’re On and Up and On

We’re flying on and up and on,

Touching the far with the near.

No gods to hold us down for those

Who have no future cheer.

We’ve thought and knowledge, skill,

Great courage facing new,

Joyous fire of exerting ill

To do and do and do.

We’re stepping close to the goal—

Light the near with the far.

No gods, but only man’s good soul

To wreathe a dream on a star!

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