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My Phoenix
By Jean Starr Untermeyer
My phoenix stands before me plumed in light,
He lifts his wings and spreads them to my sight,
This way and that way, wildly in the night,
He turns a human face and says in fright,
“Only from ashes can I make my flight.”
Recordings
Up Toward the Sky
(Amy Marcy Beach, William Ernest Henley, Richard Hundley, Marianne Moore, James Purdy, Edward Rowland Sill, Gertrude Stein, Sara Teasdale and Virgil Thomson)
2017