def poetry jam

those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
for these white arms about my neck
sweet splendor
love me at last, or if you will not
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
in your arms was still delight
and still they walked on
by the rude bridge
it tells of good old times
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
the dawn was apple-green
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
when i go back to earth
this is the ship of pearl