Thou father of the children of my brain
By thee engendered in my willing heart,
How can I thank thee for this gift of art
Poured out so lavishly, and not in vain.
What thou created never more can die,
Thy fructifying power lives in me
And I conceive, knowing it is by thee,
Dear other parent of my poetry!
For I was but a shadow with a name,
Perhaps by now the very names forgot;
So strange is Fate that it has been my lot
To learn through thee the presence of that aim
Which evermore must guide me. All unknown,
By me unguessed, by thee not even dreamed,
A tree has blossomed in a night that seemed
Of stubborn, barren wood. For thou hast sown
This seed of beauty in a ground of truth.
Humbly I dedicate myself, and yet
I tremble with a sudden fear to set
New music ringing through my fading youth.
Window dressing
From the blue?
Their side of the bargain?
Jesus bird?
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Full circle?
From the get go?
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Sitting on their hands?
Brick wall?
Chosen one
Don’t go over the top
The wheat from the chaff
May to December couples?
Butter them up?
Less than meets the eye
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The bad apples excuse
Open season?
Raised eyebrows?
Push comes to shove?
Victor’s justice?
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Hand to mouth?
Linear thinking
Making ends meet?
More than a minor worry
Not her cup of tea?
Best of all worlds
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