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Friday, 16 May 2025

Spring: A Poem

 

SPRING

Sleeping intelligence,
Awakened once more
By the piercing cry
Of the eagle.

The fiery blossoms,
The rushing ravines,
And the quaking trees--

All stirred into motion
By the cosmic breath,
That enduring wave
Of life and death.

MS
 
Involution No.3

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