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O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

       fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

    beauty       .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy  knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
    (but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

     thou answerest


them only with

		      spring)

Added: 19 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 9:16 AM | Viewed: 14635 times

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