Pishon and Cain

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Some think that poets are like prophets, so,

If men set out to be our seers, lines

Of inspiration will come out like flow

From Eden’s rivers; as from liquid mines,

And sources of the purest gold, of white

And yellow gold; of fragrances the scents

Of which are like an angel’s wings in flight,

Are like untroubled myrrh and frankincense;

From rivers made of liquid gems and stones

Like diamonds and emeralds, and blue

Of singing sapphires, singing with the moans

Of Eve before she suffered love’s taboo.

  Yet those who would be Micahs cannot see

    Lips moving in the future’s threnody.