jerusalem and redcurrants by Rg Gregory
my jerusalem my newfoundland juicy as redcurrants with their sweet tang taste
my desire my holy requirement caught in a cleft of mountain ever clambered towards
my yearning my place of the blood-red fruit my want at the first sherd for the full-bosomed bowl
my jerusalem my sinewy prayer where dust and the dry rock are chastened by the cool red juice
my jerusalem my revolving love as the year bends and the fruit's pangs purchase my lips
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