Cinema Screen (Arthur Seymour John Tessimond Poems)
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes ...Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy ...
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes ...Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy ...
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes…Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy glass… ...
Light's patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light's pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes ... Light sinks and ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
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