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poem in the ancient mode for you
that was musical and had old words
in it such as would never do in
the academies you loved it and you
said you did not know how to thank
me and in truth this is a problem
for who can ever be grateful enough
for poetry but i said you thank me
every day and every night wordlessly
which you really do although again
in truth it is a problem for how can
life ever be consonant with spirit
yet we are human and are naturally
hungry for gratitude yes we need it
and never have enough oh my dear i
think these problems are always with
us and in reality have no solutions
except when we wash them away on
salty tides of loving as we rock in
the dark sure sea of our existence
Anonymous submission.
Hayden Carruth
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