Jerusalem and redcurrants


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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Jerusalem and redcurrants