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At the birth of the day
As a babe of the spray
Like a white star, tangled and far,
Tulip that's what you are.
Warm and wise as a mute
In the thunderbolt suit
Princely and torn, grasping the horn
Of the maenads of May.
Sleepy dreaming of dark
Silver Satyrs in parks
Statues that say, worship the day
For only humans you are.
Channels churning the grime
Inky dreams of our time
Into the Sun, where the white one
Poems them into a rhyme.
On a hill the clear shrill
Made the Titans most ill
Angels abound, and
I'm kissing the ground
Thrilled to be around
Vineyards spangled with love
For the white dove above
Green and lean from the waste
Of the pastures of chaste
Preciously he is whole.
Twinkled eyes like a king
Charted seas on your skin
Like a White Star, tangled and far,
Tulip that's what you are.
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- A Whole Zinc of Finches
- A Beard Of Stars
- A Beard of Stars (Deluxe Edition)
- Live In Concert
- Across the Airwaves
- Bolan Boogie
- Get It On - The Collection
- Prophets, Seers & Sages
- Prophets, Seers and Sages: The Angels of the Ages
- Prophets, Seers and Sages: The Angels of the Ages (Deluxe)
- Folk Magnet, Vol. 2
- Marc Bolan At the BBC - The Best of the BBC Recordings
- At the BBC
- Unicorn
- In the Magic Garden of Peppermint Store
- Unicorn (Deluxe)
- A Crown of Dark Swansdown (Live)
- My People Were Fair and Had Sky In Their Hair...But Now...