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my father moved through dooms of love 

through sames of am through haves of give, 

singing each morning out of each night 

my father moved through depths of height



this motionless forgetful where 

turned at his glance to shining here; 

that if(so timid air is firm) 

under his eyes would stir and squirm



newly as from unburied which 

floats the first who,his april touch 

drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates 

woke dreamers to their ghostly roots



and should some why completely weep 

my father's fingers brought her sleep:

vainly no smallest voice might cry 

for he could feel the mountains grow.



Lifting the valleys of the sea 

my father moved through griefs of joy; 

praising a forehead called the moon 

singing desire into begin



joy was his song and joy so pure 

a heart of star by him could steer 

and pure so now and now so yes 

the wrists of twilight would rejoice



keen as midsummer's keen beyond

conceiving mind of sun will stand,

so strictly(over utmost him

so hugely) stood my father's dream



his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:

no hungry man but wished him food;

no cripple wouldn't creep one mile

uphill to only see him smile.



Scorning the Pomp of must and shall

my father moved through dooms of feel;

his anger was as right as rain

his pity was as green as grain



septembering arms of year extend 

yes humbly wealth to foe and friend 

than he to foolish and to wise  

offered immeasurable is



proudly and(by octobering flame 

beckoned)as earth will downward climb, 

so naked for immortal work 

his shoulders marched against the dark



his sorrow was as true as bread:

no liar looked him in the head; 

if every friend became his foe 

he'd laugh and build a world with snow.



My father moved through theys of we, 

singing each new leaf out of each tree 

(and every child was sure that spring 

danced when she heard my father sing)



then let men kill which cannot share, 

let blood and flesh be mud and mire, 

scheming imagine,passion willed, 

freedom a drug that's bought and sold



giving to steal and cruel kind, 

a heart to fear,to doubt a mind, 

to differ a disease of same,

conform the pinnacle of am



though dull were all we taste as bright, 

bitter all utterly things sweet,

maggoty minus and dumb death 

all we inherit,all bequeath



and nothing quite so least as truth

--i say though hate were why men breathe--

because my Father lived his soul 

love is the whole and more than all