O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)


how wonderful, thank you Yogi 😍
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you’re welcome and thank you
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Great poem! Nice to hear you read it.
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thank you
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You’re welcome.
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I love spring.
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re-visited, as an antidote to the desert…
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