That Sweet Flute John Clare
by Mary Oliver. From West Wind (1997)
That sweet flute John Clare;
that broken branch Eddy Whitman;
Christopher Smart, in the press of blazing electricity;
My uncle the suicide;
Woolf, on her way to the river;
Wolf, of the sorrowful songs;
Swift, impenetrable mask of Dublin;
Schumann, climbing the bridge, leaping into the Rhine;
Poe, rambling in the gloom-bins of Baltimore and Richmond--
light of the world, hold me.
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