Poems
15.03.2010 / 16.05 pm
 
by Francis Thompson
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What heart could have thought you' --
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost'
Who hammered you, wrought you,
From argentine vapor' --
"God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
To lust of His mind --
Thou could'st not have thought me!
So purely, so palely,
Tinily, surely,
Mightily, frailly,
Insculped and embossed,
With His hammer of wind,
And His graver of frost."


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A sake barrel,
Born without hands, makes merry -
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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
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