Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CYCLES, by JAMES CHRISTIAN LINDBERG


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First Line: This hyacinth is some dead poet's dust
Last Line: Death beckons—whither?—what?—no words betray.
Subject(s): Death; Life; Dead, The


I

This hyacinth is some dead poet's dust,
Or sacred remnant of the cross which Jesus bore;
Its beauty, too, shall fade, as all things must—
Shall fade, but live again incarnate as before.

II

Out of the mystery of Night a soul is born
To live the larger mysteries of Day.
Life yields, by chance, a fragrant rose or smarting thorn—
Death beckons—whither?—what?—no words betray.





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