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SadPeter Viereck

Fountain Rhythms

Forgetfully My fountains play Glass symphonies To arm my peace. Such tides efface Such tunes replace An older peace, My other days, Of you the day. Rebelliously Resounding out Of mountains came Marvel: a shout: "I am the same." Who is that singing Through my song?
SadPeter Viereck

To Be Sung

If blossoms could blossom One petal of petals To whom all other blooms are As leaves are to flowers, It would be to the others As you are, my daughter, To all other daughters Whom songs are adoring. For what am I here for If not to make love-songs Of all the world's beauty Whose birthday we share? If purest of fragrances Brewed a quintessence Too delicate-lonely To ever be breathed,

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