Chock full of high dudgeon
and shooing detestation,
yet I sit in state;
on wings and petals meditate.
Spell it that I'm incomplete unless I bring
all of myself to this table where I'm king.
Swifts fly higher with one gull,
a long winged glider of a thermal.
They aspire where their morsels do,
under cirrus to dissolve in blue.
Elder is joining the May bower
with its sweet, white clustered flower
Above the hedge the midges dance. It's clear
everything's in place when you're not here.
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Bare Shouldered
Poetry"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
