Alice Archer Sewall James Poems

I AM not what I was yesterday,
God knows my name.
I am made in a smooth and beautiful way,
And full of flame.
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HE comes, the happy warrior,
The wind has blown him on!
He is great and terrible and sweet,
From flaming hair to rapid feet.
His presence strides the earth full-armed, complete.
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MY love leads the white bulls to sacrifice.
He is white, and he leans against their folded necks.
Blue is the sky behind them, and the dust from the highway yellows his ivory limbs.
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