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My Written Word (Reprise)

I bless these words to do less harm than good
If any but a perfect balance be
Given personal preference I would
Let them drift on throughout eternity

Awakening the highest sensibilities
Of all destined to meet their energy
Let rather than dismay they many please
Let them a healing rather than a harming be

And if they must evoke a tender tear
Let it be one excess happiness of
Translucent, painless, solemn, sweet and clear
The kind come only from requited love

Bless every ear by which they may be heard
And every eye which scans my written word

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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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