All My Sorcery Nobody can Imprison

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Shall I then honor and obey?
I who only heed the Autumn whispers
That my spirit might flutter and utter
Poetry who is the wife and master
Of my piercing eyes of December

Now I am filled, with happiness and quiet
I’ll hold you even dear, you passing friends
I have found my pilgrimage shelter
The gold-hammered love of words
It’s enough for me, to write a while

In encrimsoned freshening dew
For Autumn soft-wind-twisted leaves
And emotions in the freight of my heart
That abides by wild beasts, forest brothers
I take all these into my good report for keeps

And do not ask the Lord for anything
I am self-sufficient in my lonely work
And I kiss the cruelty of fate at every turn
No little thing to barter one’s life with
A little art, forsaken love of something

That brings no direct external profit
Only a sense of what the seasons serve
My Amageddon’s vast terrific hour.

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5 thoughts on “All My Sorcery Nobody can Imprison

  1. “My Amageddon’s vast terrific hour.” << Beautiful. The whole thing, I loved it.

    The other day my friend sent me a picture of a tree just beginning to change colors for fall. I wrote a thank you to the tree for his life. It was half joking, but really, the fall is such a reminder of how precious all life is. When we can grasp passing, we can embrace life so much fuller.
    That is what your wonderful poem reminds me of. xoxo abodyofhope

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