GREENWOLFE 1962 Poems

I've got to rest my weary mind,
It labored hard today.
It washed my clothes, and fixed my chair,
And threw my trash away.
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Some say its found in fairy tales
Or clings to stars above.
A mystery, is how it comes
To be; what's called, True Love.
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You can find imagined love
Right there between the lines.
It's surely there, the love we see,
The one our heart designs.
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Today I passed your garden gate,
It rattled to and fro.
I don't remember it this way,
The gate I used to know.
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Today they stood in silence,
While trying not to cry.
They gathered round the casket
So slowly passing by.
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Born a Virgin Diplomat
To die a Warrior Swan.
Most of them just didn't fit,
The guises I put on.
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Below, you will see two versions of my very first poem.
Its important to understand that the first version of the poem
is exactly as I wrote it at 6: 15 to 6: 30 PM on November 2nd
1970. I made no changes to it. It is also important to know
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I've often told of her before
And I will tell thee now.
That Autumn many years ago;
It lingers still, somehow.
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The owl waits and watches,
Oh patiently.
Waiting for werewolves,
Victims to see.
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It's not the molten lake of fire,
The dungeons dark and damp.
The heaving mass of mournful souls
Upon whom we might tramp.
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