Owl for Helen
The branch where she's arrested by Knowledge
Wavers. That is the nature of things she has learned
To watch the temp;est as it swells and hurtles,
With a proud eye. It is an eye
Vanquishing weary oblivion
While seeming to welcome its comfort with a double wink.
The swift crossings have readied her for a zenith of
Passion, apex of a hundred lives, the steady
Pulse of the calendar of grain and sky bursting
In her hunter's heart. But it's just another storm, and
Eternity lurks beyond the gripped branch, known from
The first cry enclosing her in its wings.
So by now she spreads her plummage with the boldness
Of a cloud, pain is momentary, the exurberance, once so
Difficult, is gradual. The eye penetrates to the core
Of color, the branch is left to whip in the wind.
She rises up, certain! All spheres tilt in deference
To her desire.
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Wavers. That is the nature of things she has learned
To watch the temp;est as it swells and hurtles,
With a proud eye. It is an eye
Vanquishing weary oblivion
While seeming to welcome its comfort with a double wink.
The swift crossings have readied her for a zenith of
Passion, apex of a hundred lives, the steady
Pulse of the calendar of grain and sky bursting
In her hunter's heart. But it's just another storm, and
Eternity lurks beyond the gripped branch, known from
The first cry enclosing her in its wings.
So by now she spreads her plummage with the boldness
Of a cloud, pain is momentary, the exurberance, once so
Difficult, is gradual. The eye penetrates to the core
Of color, the branch is left to whip in the wind.
She rises up, certain! All spheres tilt in deference
To her desire.
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