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We know that poetry desires to sing
From everywhere. From everywhere the song
Is launched. It comes from voice upon the wing.
It comes from everywhere where hearts may long.
It comes from throat that turns, that turns, and turns
About to sing to north, to south, to west,
To east because that throat of birdsong burns
Like Moses’ burning bush, desires the best
Of beauty as the passion throbs and sings
From anywhere, from everywhere it tries
To sing to everywhere. It turns its wings
To sing in all directions as it flies.
It sings from all directions ceaselessly.
It sings from all directions peacelessly.
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