SIR HERDERP PRESIDERP SDO
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Today, the spring, the Earth's resurrection
Startled the plum tree in its late budding.
A new sun excites the yard whose tenants
Lose the craving for sleep.
I watch the land in greening time
An old lady rising from a bed
Of bones. The chronicles of her age
Being figures of sand and snow.
What foolish joy emerges when the space
Grows from roots of pain. Even the soot
Of Sorrow seasons the usual revelry
And sackcloth magnifies the thrill
Of the yearly atonement.
You were part of last time's decay and dying.
And now you live again. Your libation
Fills my head again. As you rise and reign
And grant mercy to the grand dereliction
In a kingdom divided by the sun's doing.
As of old I find the pain disturbs me.
Once more I desire to lift the binds
To ride the joy of your becoming
To be touched by the Earth recoiling.
I shall never be drawn from this long exile
I mean to play the act till the trials are over
Till the sun refuses to dress up the
Hideous land. When no spring arrives
To revive the knave on the floor.
You were part of that thing
Of that ancient deception
A spot in the sumptuous feast
Of this bright glorious generation.
