EARLIER POEMS
EXPRESSION
Call—call—and bruise the air:
Shatter dumb space!
Yea! We will fling this passion everywhere;
Leaving no place
For the superb and grave
Magnificent throng,
The pregnant queens of quietness that brave
And edge our song
Of wonder at the light
(Our life-leased home),
Of greeting to our housemates. And in might
Our song shall roam
Life's heart, a blossoming fire
Blown bright by thought,
While gleams and fades the infinite desire,
Phantasmed naught.
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