POETRY: A Magazine of Verse
TWO POEMS
ON WAKING
Sleep, gray brother of death,
Has touched me,
And passed on.
I arise, facing the east—
Pearl—doored sanctuary
From which light,
Hand-linked with dew and fire,
Dances.
Hail, essence, hail!
Fill the windows of my soul
With beauty:
Pierce and renew my bones:
Pour knowledge into my heart
As wine.
Cualann is bright before thee.
Its rocks melt and swim:
The secret they have kept
From the ancient nights of darkness
Flies like a bird.
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