Christmas is coming to the ancient town
now is that ruby Goldfinch lamp unsealed
that Cardinals proclaim (& also Wren)
lights every soul & overcomes the world.
Every soul is Kosmos then--a little world
that with a breath of nature comes into its own:
so these pinetree boughs declare. Be faithful then
& leave the wind to work: be patient--bold.
Here in the poor & wayfaring East End
a reconstructed Globe is almost done--
rotund profundity that proves no man's an
& here I am in England's green & pleasant
to square that circle--a prophetic one
that lights both my beginning & my end.
Henry Gould | Don't Get Ready for Mardis Gras (blush)
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