def poetry jam

have you not heard
out of the deep and the dark
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
night is dark, and the winter winds
sun stepped down from his golden throne
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
here falls no light
wheel me down by the meadow
storm
up from the south at break of day
i stood by the open casement