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il
penseroso / l'allegro
(scale model)
il
penseroso
a certain trudge to it
nobody there again today
but here we toil
as for a flag
who threw these stairs so high?
and climb anticipating
lively balls of flame for far
through clouds come in us
keening drew
then some almighty sigh
with every step its special ache
and own true fell foreboding
finely crafted all around
that melancholy height from which unwinged
itch till the skin is gone
this is where you run out of steam
no breeze to test at all here
seems like some kind of scaffold we're on
the offer of a blindfold
a kindness comes at last
l'allegro
first thing
must work on the wonder
call the circle to fire
each of us equally lit
in smoke standing
day gets up
poke through it
it's come to the picnic - be
kiss me quick
now never
every flower an opening
I love the orchard light
the pond-skim who-should-come now
how hard is it to be alive?
we're natural for it
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