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Amy Lowell - FrankincenseAmy Lowell - Frankincense
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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance, and hoards Of torn desires, broken joys; records Of all a bruised life`s maimed imaginings. Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth`s rim, the sun has set.   Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer. Far Within I kneel before you, speechless yet,   And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.
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