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MEASURE ME, SKY!
Measure me, sky!Tell me I reach by a songNearer the stars:I have been little so long!
Weigh me, high wind!What will your wild scales record?Profit of pain,Joy by the weight of a word!
Horizon, reach out!Catch at my hands, stretch me taut,Rim of the world:Widen my eyes by a thought!
Sky, be my depth,Wind, be my width and my height,World, my heart's span:Loneliness, wings for my flight!
The MeasureLeonora Speyer


CORTÈGE FOR ROSENBLOOM
Now the wry Rosenbloom is deadAnd his finical carriers tread,On a hundred legs, the treadOf the dead.Rosenbloom is dead.
They carry the wizened oneOf the color of hornTo the sullen hill,Treading a treadIn unison for the dead.

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