A Man Dreams That He Is The Creator

I sat in heaven like the sun
Above a storm when winter was:
I took the snowflakes one by one
And turned their fragile shapes to glass:
I washed the rivers blue with rain
And made the meadows green again.

I took the birds and touched their springs,
Until they sang unearthly joys:
They flew about on golden wings
And glittered like an angel's toys:
I filled the fields with flowers' eyes,
As white as stars in Paradise.

And then I looked on man and knew
Him still intent on death - still proud;
Whereat into a rage I flew
And turned my body to a cloud:
In the dark shower of my soul
The star of earth was swallowed whole.

Fredegond Shove

Fredegond Shove was an English poet born on January 27, 1889. She was associated with the Bloomsbury Group, which included influential writers and intellectuals of her time. Her poetry reflects deep emotional and philosophical contemplations, often drawing on personal experiences and the natural world. Shove's work gained some recognition during her lifetime, but she remains a relatively obscure figure in literary history. She passed away on August 1, 1949.

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