Loureine Aber, 'My Friend'
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greatpoetryMy Friend
He ran wild:
I have seen the stiff butterfly-weed by the road
Flaming—as he.
When I asked him—I who could sit every night
By a snug, safe fire—
He said:
“I was a mendicant under the Dark Reign,
And sat on a dung-hill nine years
Praying grace.
God gave me grace—
I have a wine-cup that is higher than the towers rising over Notre Dame.
By Loureine Aber
He ran wild:
I have seen the stiff butterfly-weed by the road
Flaming—as he.
When I asked him—I who could sit every night
By a snug, safe fire—
He said:
“I was a mendicant under the Dark Reign,
And sat on a dung-hill nine years
Praying grace.
God gave me grace—
I have a wine-cup that is higher than the towers rising over Notre Dame.
By Loureine Aber
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Date: 2017-08-19 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-20 06:36 am (UTC)I wonder what 'Dark Reign' he meant.