He is dead. It is over.
Did you see his face before death came;
The cancer deepened furrows
Of his brow; the medicated dilation
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If one could find a friend in one's lifetime,
A confidant, with whom one could express
One's heart; to ease one from the artic clime,
Those frigid blasts of mental loneliness;
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What is a poet?
A translator of Nature
Into thought and form,
Putting eyes and tongue into
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For those who have no knowledge of the past,
I cite to you the history of our State.
Before the moon, our people in this vast
Arena we call Greece, by grace and fate,
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I walked along the corridor passing the gathered,
Who sat within their wheelchairs, waiting.
Their faces were devoid of any thought.
They had that vague and blank Alzheimer's stare.
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Great were my hopes when we set for Bodie,
Mary and Amy both sat beside me.
Spring of the year we all said our farewell,
Seeking our fortune, it all seemed so well.
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