Your bliss is not my bliss
and yet perhaps
if I tell you my bliss
there may be a place
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and some other father at the club
says, has she flown the nest yet?
and it sounds so crude
you don’t want to answer.
...
Straightway - it's the tone.
Even; quiet but clear; is it writing, or is it talking?
As if to family: you're being filled in
on what happened yesterday or last week;
...
Every poem is an invitation
for the readers to use their imagination
a vehicle licensed
...
A centre and an expansion
a life centred expanding
the force of the centre whirls
a life without limit but it says
...
Your friend is one who answers to your needs:
the field you sow with love, and reap with thanks;
you seek him for your peace, to hear his heart;
and when he's silent - still his heart you hear:
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O Great Spirit,
You who in Your form of the Chapungu,
the great eagle with sharper eye than any aeroplane,
watches over us and knows all things;
...
They were young lovers, and seated at the table in the window;
where in Paris they'd be watching
the passers-by watching them...
but no.
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We see you every day
on the newsreels
a face like the worn map of tragedy
lined with a life of service
...
Everyone but poets
(who have their own allegiances)
would acknowledge it – you were, and I guess still are,
the most famous and popular poet of
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