Cinquains
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Lewis Grandison Alexander
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1
As if
It were a ball
Thrown by children playing
The moon rolls down the sky street
Gaily,
2
I stand
Like a flower
Lifted by earth to you
My eternal bee who shall drink
Me dry.
3
As if
It were the rarest wine,
I shall drink the bitterness
Which I inherit from life
And smile.
4
How like
A drop of dust
Before the wind am I
In front of the eternal breath
Of God.
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