A Comet is a fiery wheel of ice

That cometh and that goeth, far and wide;

Among the wonders wanders, daring in its stride,

Shooting across vast emptiness without thinking twice.

And yet, unknown to the lazy eyes,

It's truthful to its Sun and never leaves his side,

Its heart revolves around the hidden paradise

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A starless night, and, suddenly, a shy

And almost non-existent smile -

This is the Moon, that's been so dead awhile,

Is back again, just waking in the sky.

The half-forgotten link is vibrant and once again on fire,

Black holes are cancelled,   no longer in the sky

Where mighty currents run, electrical and high,

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And mountains shrink back under my gaze,

The sea, a silly blob, is troubled and unwrought,

The sky is dark with golden leaves afloat -

You think that autumn comes but this is not the case.

The spheres quit their galactic chase,

The cosmic winds are tearing galaxies to nought,

The Earth is shivering, a miserable dot -

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I heard a song, and now I try to sing it;

Last lights of day were falling when I heard it;

Olives and pines were twinkling - how to word it!

Valleys were breathing freshness - how to thing it!

Ephemeral may-flies were dancing in the air,

Yet turning, turning the transparent, glinting forms;

Oaks and rocks were growing, glowing fairly,

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Merry I be; ay, marry, merry, I;

Some call me narrow-minded, i don't mind

For like a narrow arrow i do fly

All singing like an arrow, - comes to mind;

Singing and stinging, do no mind

For mind does 'some' and i do 'nought',

In midnight mind i have a path to find;

'It' comes to mind, and where might 'i' be brought?

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Day upon day we dwell within the mind

Hiding inside the walls from fearful weather

And stock, for seeming safety, together

Thing upon thing, with no escape to find -

And so we live, inflexible and blind,

And dwell upon all matter high and nether,

Spending our time and speculating whether

Or not we might be of the either kind.

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heart

hearth

heart

no accident in words

Hast thou the heart, the heart is thine own hearth;

Just like a hearth would be the house's heart

And host the warmth, however much it hath,

Half hearkening to the wind, and blazing hard.

Yet it may happen that the keeper's duty fails,

The fire fading cold, the amber gazing harsh,

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As I was strolling far tonight

Mars was aglow on my right;

Besides, of solitude bereft,

The Moon was shining on my left.

The Moon was silver, sensual and full,

And Mars was stubborn, red and cool;

The Moon was promising a soft, elusive flight,

And Mars would praise the glory of a fight.

They called me thus; but called me all in vain,

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Whither are you flying, little bird?

There is but a forest far ahead,

Darker than the darkest word, my bird,

And the trees in it are colourless and dead.

Whither are you flying, little bird?

Such a flight is not for little wings,

Endless is the dark, I heard, my bird,

Endless are the dangers that it brings.

Whither are you flying, little bird?

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