To All Soupers (And a Friend: Christina Brown)
I came to a garden naked and bruised
To drink of the fragrance and sleep
In the wine of forgetfulness. Enthused
The flowers their sweet petals reap
To cover my sores, and restore me whole
Some bathe me in words, some sang
Me lullabies, some fed me for my soul
A healing soup that tempered wrong.
And shall I name them, or name one
Shall I a spectrum from the light take
Shall I wound the glory of the sun
In this tribute that to poetrysoup I make
It is best sufficient if you all accept this
Nameless with each name written in light
That I savored here, and know the bliss
The eagle never felt in tumulting flight
Christina, were I to give them all a name
Were I to carve upon the beauty of a page
Then your face make the garland of fame
And your song for my desire a fitting wage.
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