Poem for Marjorie Sawyer

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Poem for Marjorie Sawyer

 

Song-redemptive woman; well might time’s unfading flora

flourish still and known in the opening April of your hands.

Then never turn your heart against itself;

for the heart alone avenges the wronged heart.

Where you are not, only the dreamer will remain;

searching for some hidden night.

Where you are, love’s every depth

is your own heart’s height.

When you are not, the impoverished dream

shall seek for those moon-bullion evening fells.

When you are, morning will find your

forbearant loveliness like a granted pardon,

season safe within the flourishing

forgiveness of spring.

By Michael Cope. 

Michael Cope is a blogger and poet

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