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I Am Near The Gate (for free?)
Near the gate I live
Always near the gate
As it was in childhood
It is now.
The Ghost. The draught, - hot days
Are charged with sympathy of God's Grandeur, -
Green fruitbearing hospitable branches hang -
My comfort, semblance, children's pleasant chat
Shakes the wall to blind fingers giving insight.
O Wisdom of the visioner in love! Swain takes
A pen, leaning back on pillar
(unmerciful celestial body), together
With his shadow, now
He is writing possessed to sights,
To rumours from above, -
The scene - standing before mirror no one reflects, -
No emollient voice of dove near of kin,
The sea-gull's spoony soon will fade away...
Near the sea the Gate may
Water pass... A Way
The sound of water:
A tap? The steps?
The imprints... of the rumours
from above...
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