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Sunday Morning

Supple and turbulent, a ring of men
Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn

Their boisterous devotion to the sun,

Not as a god, but as a god might be,

Naked among them, like a savage source.

Their chant shall be a chant of paradise,

Out of their blood, returning to the sky;

And in their chant shall enter, voice by voice,

The windy lake wherein their lord delights,

The trees, like serafin, and echoing hills,

That choir among themselves long afterward.

They shall know well the heavenly fellowship

Of men that perish and of summer morn.

And whence they came and whither they go

The dew upon their feet shall manifest.

From Sunday Morning, by Wallace Stevens

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  • January 26, 2008, 3:52 pm Nisreen M

    Fly Fly dear Owl Fly
    Don’t forget to come nearby

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