Eunice Tietjens Poems

Beneath my window in a city street
A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim
And only half believed: the strength of him—
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Space, and the twelve clean winds of heaven,
And this sharp exultation, like a cry, after the slow six thousand
   steps of climbing!
This is Tai Shan, the beautiful, the most holy.
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Beautiful and rich is an old friendship,
Grateful to the touch as ancient ivory,
Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry
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The stone grows old.
Eternity is not for stones.
But I shall go down from this airy space, this swift white
peace, this stinging exultation;
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Scherzo
COME, sprite, and dance! The sun is up,
The wind runs laughing down the sky
That brims with morning like a cup.
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who visits me in a hospital
Like a fleet with bellying sails,
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The tulips now are pushing up
Like small green knuckles through the ground.
The grass is young and doubtful yet,
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The drug clerk stands behind the counter
Young and dapper and debonair….

Before him burn the great unwinking lights
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CANNOT always feel his greatness.
Sometimes he walks beside me, step by step,
And paces slowly in the ways—
The simple, wingless ways
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