I Held a Shelley Manuscript

I Held a Shelley Manuscript   

by Gregory Corso

My hands did numb to beauty
as they reached into Death and tightened!

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O sovereign was my touch
upon the tan-inks’s fragile page!

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Quickly, my eyes moved quickly,
sought for smell for dust for lace
for dry hair!

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I would have taken the page
breathing in the crime!
For no evidence have I wrung from dreams–
yet what triumph is there in private credence?

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Often, in some steep ancestral book,
when I find myself entangled with leopard-apples
and torched-skin mushrooms,
my cypressean skein outreaches the recorded age
and I, as though tipping a pitcher of milk,
pour secrecy upon the dying page.

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Clown In The Moon

Clown In The Moon

by Dylan Thomas

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

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I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.