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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A sincere man am I From the land where palm trees grow, And I want before I die My soul's verses to bestow. I'm a traveler to all parts, And a newcomer to none: I am art among the arts, With the mountains I am one. I know how to name and class All the strange flowers that grow; I know every blade of grass, Fatal lie and sublime woe. I have seen through dead of night Upon my head softly fall, Rays formed of the purest light From beauty celestial. I have seen wings that were surging From beautiful women's shoulders, And seen butterflies emerging From the refuse heap that moulders. I have known a man to live With a dagger at his side, And never once the name give Of she by whose hand he died. Twice, for an instant, did I My soul's reflection espy: Twice: when my poor father died And when she bade me good-bye. I trembled once, when I flung The vineyard gate, and to my dread, The wicked hornet had stung My little girl on the forehead. I rejoiced once and felt lucky The day that my jailer came To read the death warrant to me That bore his tears and my name. I hear a sigh across the earth, I hear a sigh over the deep: It is no sign reaching my hearth, But my son waking from sleep. If they say I have obtained The pick of the jeweller's trove, A good friend is what I've gained And I have put aside love. I have seen across the skies A wounded eagle still flying; I know the cubby where lies The snake of its venom dying. I know that the world is weak And must soon fall to the ground, Then the gentle brook will speak Above the quiet profound. While trembling with joy and dread, I have touched with hand so bold A once-bright star that fell dead From heaven at my threshold. On my brave heart is engraved The sorrow hidden from all eyes: The son of a land enslaved, Lives for it, suffers and dies. All is beautiful and right, All is as music and reason; And all, like diamonds, is light That was coal before its season. I know when fools are laid to rest Honor and tears will abound, And that of all fruits, the best Is left to rot in holy ground. Without a word, the pompous muse I've set aside, and understood: From a withered branch, I choose To hang my doctoral hood.
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