From VISION AND PRAYER
I turn the corner of prayer and burn In a blessing of the sudden Sun. In the name of the damned I would turn back and run To the hidden land But the loud sun Christens down The sky. I Am found. O let him Scald me and drown Me in his world's wound. His lightning answers my Cry. My voice burns in his hand. Now I am lost in the blinding One. The sun roars at the prayer's end.
From FERN HILL
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy...
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