Fire-Bird

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Fire-Bird

Sonnet

A lonely tree is the body of me,
Unperched by radiant thoughts that fly
Through the ether that none can see;
My branches upraised in a silent plea.

Am rooted to an earth stubborn,
An old mother my only nurse,
My mead is her dark wine
Brewed in the vaults of inconscience.

Am shorn of flower and fruit,
I shed no shadow to shelter
A sweaty brow and blistered feet,
Only a verveless air to call as brother.

Perch upon me O fire-bird divine,
In my body is a hollow solely thine.