Single Perspective Single Perspective Single Perspective All All All

Single Perspective Single Perspective Single Perspective All All All

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The single-hearted skylark calls to mind

My brothers and my father and my true,

My truest self.  Our natures are combined

In how our souls each focused, winging through

To single visions, single songs.  We each,

We all through fourteen thousand suns or more,

Devoted thought, and heart, and work to reach

A higher, wider, whiter, broader beckoning shore.

We stretched out arms, and hands, and muscled thought

Embracing goals that other men reject.

Instead of holding back our force, we fought.

We marshalled every power of intellect.

..Like tiny birds enamored of the sky,

….We flung ourselves above with single eye.

by phillipw | Jul 28, 2021 | FA, IV, MO, OB, PH, SI, WH, WO | 0 comments