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Henry David Thoreau - Smoke

Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.

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Poet: Henry David Thoreau
Poem: Smoke
Poem of the Day: Apr 29 2003

Comment 4 of 4, added on August 9th, 2012 at 6:21 AM.
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I woudlnt say that I woudlnt say that this song makes personally me happy, because it rather reminds me of the fact that I dont yet have anyone. : P But even when this song does not make me happy, it is still very beautiful song. And so it mixes my feelings into a bittersweet pile that makes me feel like Im being stabbed with a knife, and being hugged by someone beautiful at the same time Funny but it doesnt feel so bad. Sounds a little masochistic ; D

OnenxRemidamaski from Israel
Comment 3 of 4, added on December 15th, 2010 at 12:00 AM.
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Comment 2 of 4, added on May 30th, 2007 at 1:49 PM.

moot is the point,
you are trying to make.
so lets roll up a joint
and surely we will bake.

CALTRON 5000

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