small long-winged songbird noted for swift graceful flight
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
When I found the swallow’s
Nest under the bridge --
Ankle-deep in the bog stream,
Traffic drumming overhead --
I was so pleased, I ran
To fetch a school companion
To share the nude fragility
Of the shells, lightly freckled
With colour, in their cradle
Of feathers, twigs, earth.
To worship or destroy beauty --
That double edge of impulse
I recognize, by which we live;
But also the bitter paradox
Of betraying love to harm,
Then lunging, too late,
With fists, to its defense.
To worship or destroy beauty --
That double edge of impulse
I recognize, by which we live;
But also the bitter paradox
Of betraying love to harm,
Then lunging, too late,
With fists, to its defense.
To worship or destroy beauty --
That double edge of impulse
I recognize, by which we live;
But also the bitter paradox
Of betraying love to harm,
Then lunging, too late,
With fists, to its defense.
To worship or destroy beauty --
That double edge of impulse
I recognize, by which we live;
But also the bitter paradox
Of betraying love to harm,
Then lunging, too late,
With fists, to its defense.
the act of guarding someone or something against attack
To worship or destroy beauty --
That double edge of impulse
I recognize, by which we live;
But also the bitter paradox
Of betraying love to harm,
Then lunging, too late,
With fists, to its defense.
Created on Tue Nov 07 18:54:18 EST 2017
(updated Tue Nov 07 19:13:31 EST 2017)
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