The Truly Great
1 I think continually of those who were truly
great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the
soul's history
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Through corridors of light where the hours
are suns,
endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire.
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to
10 foot in song.
The desires falling across their bodies like
blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn
15 from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the simple
morning light
20 Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to
smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the
spirit.
25 Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest
fields
See how these names are fêted by the
waving grass,
And by the streamers of white cloud,
30 And whispers of wind in the listening sky;
Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while
towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.