Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET, by G. R. VAN ALLEN



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First Line: God is a rhythm running through the head
Last Line: That comes to penetrate the bitter night.


God is a rhythm running through the head,
And yet not through the head but through the air,
And yet not through the air but everywhere,
Summoning up great thoughts that once were dead.
God is an old quotation someone said,
Thence to be borne along from here to there,
Gathering depth and meaning everywhere,
Touching with genius many a prosy head.
God is an exultation duly swung
Out of somewhere into somewhere, it seems;
A knowing movement having its own way, wrung
Out of the data gathering like dreams;
God is the miracle of second sight
That comes to penetrate the bitter night.





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