Nwaga Philip Poems

…THOUGH HELL SHOULD BAR THE WAY
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From Me,
You see,
I love to be a painter
To paint and play with words
For I found that the 'lamest' verses
Could strike the deepest chords
So, here's to you, my jewel
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Descend! descend! ! cauldrons high on the fiery mount
We wait your plunge from the fiery hills
Thumpy pulses to the vesper's chime
Droopy falls bolt our helpless gape
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One fair even, at the eve of last summer,
In the green and fertile country fields
Where grew luscious ears of 'eschol' grapes
I lingered by the Ploughman's hedge
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THROUGH THE EYES OF THE GODS
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