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Beatrice Portinari

 eatrice Portinari In fear consume my heart.  The flames you cause Inside it and around it should spark fright Because their fierceness ought to give you pause. Be brave, though.  Let your mouth and heart find might To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread....

Just

                Just A little girl just old enough to be Still in a pushchair reaches up and clings To father’s trousers pocket.  It’s just that she Wants reassurance.  Papa bends and sings A ditty, almost tuneless.  That’s enough. Along the way a little boy desires...

Abundance

           Abundance The gentleness of lips contemplating A kiss, or speaking, calls up fullness through The heart or thought.  The lips give due weighting To passion in the chest, in senses true To honesty, or mysteries unknown But felt.  The softness of the mouth...

Ontological Problem Solved

   Ontological Problem Solved We bless the darkness first, if we are true To life.  We come from darkness in the womb. We live in darkness half our lives.  The blue Stars in the sky above us speak of doom Because, like us, they spend their essence far Too fast.  In...