PoetryAloud
Charles Bane Jr., Reads
Come, BelovedI am hungry; come soon. I looked
tonight at flames like you upon the west and jewels winging home. I hold you in my eyes when I see what cannot be stamped again. All the earth is of a kind but for the rarities that clamber unknowing of their gifts on vales of purest light, and look at the common life of us in shade. Come beloved, soon. |
Charles Bane, Jr.
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