29 The Sun
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup-brimming buttercuplet
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In dawning daybreak so pure and still he opened the window
above the sill and the Sun of Love into room did spill
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He who gilds the fringed coast Of all buttercups the toast.
More ancient than all.. yet evernew His ray host.
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The forces of night.. their vanishing might
.. melt away.. in dawn's vanquishing light
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The sun's allgiving gold cheer.. has become the allgiving tree's
purple cherries.
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Popping oer the mountains the dawn sun arose, unrolling through
windows welcome carpets.... of red rose
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It is not the sweet nuthatch
but the sun
which hatches the nuts
of nut trees everyone
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The sun thought about another's criticism that he lacked focus.. but
then began again to shine in all directions
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moondown is sunup
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Night can no longer suborn
first light's gathering morn!
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The sun diamond stipples the ocean's wind ripples.
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Behind sparkling fountain waters sinking climb
higher the rays of the giving sun king. We need not seek him.
He comes to us.
The sun wears no dark glasses. He has nothing to hide
and is not threatened by his own light.
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Oh womanizer or manizer most polygamous... try as you might
you won't be milligamous
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Some prefer the greenwoods fringed sky... some prefer
the sky of the sea, unframed
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Is all accusation projection of inner guilt?
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As morning tops each grass spire with a globe of dew
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poem by Saiom Shriver
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