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|A Figure of the Epiphany|
The poet’s imageries are noble ways, |
Approaches to a plot, an open shrine.
Their splendours, colours, avenues, arrays,
Their courts that run with wine;
Beautiful similes, “fair and flagrant things,” |
Enriched, enamouring,raptures, metaphors
Enhancing life, are paths for pilgrim kings
Made free of golden doors.
And yet the open heavenward plot, with dew, |
Ultimate poetry, enclosed, enskied,
(Albeit such ceremonies lead thereto)
Stands on the yonder side.
Plain, behind oracles, it is; and past |
All symbols, simple; perfect, heavenly-wild,
The song some loaded poets reach at last
The kings that found a Child.
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