Three Poems

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The sea gulls in their splendor bow and kiss the

whirling air and dive and die

And find in foam the risen spring and bring the fish

as bird or word

And dive and die into the sun and bring the son to glory

in the sky

And dive and die in lover's breast and bring the sun

to rest in the cool night.

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Those abysses of silence where roses grow, where

women out of the foam comb their hair, .

Where lions in the golden lair sleeping by the sun at

night high in the mountains

Walk like saints over the seas of air, there on such

majesties of thoughts,

The dreamers looked down and looked above and

realized in the moment and forever

That they were the children of God. Out of his side

came Eden and out of her beauty

Shone the moon and the lions and lambs and birds and

snakes and stones

Quietly conceived in their dream. And the stillness of

Eve grew warm

And the dawn came to their desire as they saw God

as Sun or bird in a celestial tree.

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These lovers have wandered away from each other into

the shadows of their forgetting, the sea gulls

brighten,

The purest white of purest love, all celebrating the

Sundays of doves,

Breaking now over their memory as grass over the

graves of the dead.

Then swoops the white winged wide winged angel or

bird, radiant sea gull,

He from Christ, and into the sea touches gently once

more with his desire,

The Sun's necessary ever necessary love, and the

lovers find each other's way again on the

blowing blowing sands,

But finally great day, their blessed sea salty arms

embrace

And the white silent thunder of sea birds speaks to

their closed and wise eyes.