Oh Wake Me with Poems…

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Oh wake me with poems, poems ablaze in my brain,
poems of strange sense that chant me awake,
poems fearless of beauty, fierce, churning
with grief, with love, with rage. 
                                        Oh wake me with poems!
For I have lived too long in this deepening sleep—
though once I was bright with tomorrow and more tomorrows.

Our powerful songs: Are they stilled? 
                                                    We die and we die
and all my friends are gone! 
                                    We die and we die.

Now none but the word that summons my dawn will do,
so wake me with poems:
                                with grief, with love, with rage, 
with death that is merely the last verse and the first
of the fallen and rising world—
                                  Oh wake me with song!