Poem by Christopher John Brennan

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MY heart was wandering in the sands, 
a restless thing, a scorn apart; 
Love set his fire in my hands,
I clasp’d the flame unto my heart.

Surely, I said, my heart shall turn 
one fierce delight of pointed flame;
and in that holocaust shall burn
its old unrest and scorn and shame:

surely my heart the heavens at last 
shall storm with fiery orisons, 
and know, enthroned in the vast,
the fervid peace of molten suns.

The flame that feeds upon my heart 
fades or flares, by wild winds controll’d;
my heart still walks a thing apart, 
my heart is restless as of old.

1. This Misery Must End
2. Under a Sky of Uncreated Mud
3. Autumn

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