Friday, February 19, 2016

I rose — because He sank —


I rose — because He sank —
I thought it would be opposite —
But when his power dropped —
My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince —
I sang firm — even — Chants —
I helped his Film — with Hymn —
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff —
I met him —
Balm to Balm —
I told him Best — must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh —
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave —
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew —
Who recollected us
If we were true —
And so with Thews of Hymn —
And Sinew from within —
And ways I knew not that I knew — till then—
I lifted Him —
Emily Dickinson
Jupiter
I rose — because He sank —
I thought it would be opposite —
But when his power dropped —
My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince —
I sang firm — even — Chants —
I helped his Membrane— with Hymn —
And when the sweat drew off
That held his Forehead stiff —
I met him —
Both are balmy —
I advised him to run
Bending over —
There is not such a brave Casque
It scorn the Grave —
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew —
Who rewarded us
If we were true —
And so with Manners of Hymn —
And Sinew from within —
And ways I knew not that I knew — till then—
I supported Him —
Jupiter is long distance runner. He shines from the East to the West all night long. Emily supports him.

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