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Bless oh my being my Being, all source, all life, Infinity extending, wholly joyous And ceaselessly creative, Who now dawns Lovely in light fields, shimmer-garmented, With dazzling rays that rosy wash the buildings, That warm the granite, piercing flash-reflected The glass, the mirrors crystalline; they flow, Vast waters nourishing all…

The pieces set forth in this little volume are exercises in word music; music that would flow unaccompanied by instrumentation, and, perhaps, with no sound at all; words that would transmit a fullness of experience, with phenomena, thought and mood unified and immediate. The Sonnets to the Aten are the…