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ALLEGIANCE
I have not forgotten yet
Skin that chokes like mignonette,
I who drank myself to death
With the apples of your breath,
I who blasphemously went
Into your beauty's tenement,
I who eagerly confessed
Upon the altar of your breast.
Skin that chokes like mignonette,
I who drank myself to death
With the apples of your breath,
I who blasphemously went
Into your beauty's tenement,
I who eagerly confessed
Upon the altar of your breast.
I who falter in the snare
Of your canary-colored hair,
Sacredly could not forget
Skin that chokes like mignonette.
Of your canary-colored hair,
Sacredly could not forget
Skin that chokes like mignonette.
The BookmanHildegarde Flanner
THE SILENCE
There is a silence which I carry about with me always—
A silence perpetual, for it is self-created;
A silence of heat, of water, of unchecked fruitfulness,
Through which each year the heavy harvests bloom, and burst, and fall.
A silence perpetual, for it is self-created;
A silence of heat, of water, of unchecked fruitfulness,
Through which each year the heavy harvests bloom, and burst, and fall.
Deep, matted green silence of my South,
Often, within the push and the scorn of great cities,
I have seen that mile-wide waste of water swaying out to you,
And on its current glimmering I am going to the sea.
Often, within the push and the scorn of great cities,
I have seen that mile-wide waste of water swaying out to you,
And on its current glimmering I am going to the sea.
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