Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TIME'S DICTUM, by DOUGLAS MACKINTOSH


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TIME'S DICTUM, by                    
First Line: Ye fires that blaze with the oil of the infinite bowl
Last Line: Yea, the ultimate tomb of all things god created of dust.
Subject(s): Time


Ye fires that blaze with the oil of the Infinite Bowl,
Dream on, let your dreams light the arduous paths of your soul,
For I am the builder of dreams in the chambers of Life,
And the bearer of visions through halls that are blinded with strife,
And the feeder of faiths that are sorrow-and-pain-purified,
And the bringer of glory that fain would all anguish deride, --
Yea, my womb bears the things that with God shall forever abide.

And ye obdurate Fires that flicker in vessels of clay,
Hear me, awake from your cankerous dreams while you may!
For I am the reaper of dreams ill-founded and vain,
And the strangler of hopes that are barren of sorrow and pain,
And the gleaner of glory and grandeur begotten of lust,
And the coffer that garners the manifold treasures that rust --
Yea, the ultimate tomb of all things God created of dust.





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