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TREES AND OTHER POEMS STARS

RIGHT stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,

Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?

As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through,

Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too?

Gay stars, little stars, you are little eyes,

Eyes of baby angels playing in the skies.

Now and then a winged child turns his merry face

Down toward the spinning world—what a funny place!

Jesus Christ came from the Cross (Christ receive my soul!)

In each perfect hand and foot there was a bloody hole. [ 20 ]