George Dillon Poems

Let loneliness be mute. Accuse
Only the wind for what you lose,
Only the wind has ever known
Where anything you lost has gone.
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Finding her body woven
As if of flame and snow,
I thought, however often
My pulses cease to go,
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Dungeoned consciousness, come forth:
For you are famished at this hour
Who fed upon the fruits of earth,
The upper region, and the lower.
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The foot cannot know
Whether marble or mire
The path it must go
Toward the mind's desire:
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Again before our ignorant eyes
The beautiful moment blooms and dies.
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