THE POEM I MOST LOVE
The poem I most love
Was written to me by my dreams
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I HEAR THE MUSIC OF MY OWN POEMS AGAIN
I hear the music of my own poems again
I am grateful for this
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THE SADNESS OF THESE DEATHS
The sadness of these deaths
These are not my deaths
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AFTER THE LONG RUN
After the long run
I stand and wait
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STAND AT THE END OF ALL I AM
I stand at the end of all I am
And look out in the distance
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WILL THE POEM WRITTEN TODAY/ READ WELL TOMORROW?
Will the poem written today
Read well tomorrow?
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AND I MY POEM/ COULD NOT WRITE
And I my poem
Could not write
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PERHAPS MY POEMS HAVE ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN
Perhaps my poems have already been written
Perhaps it is all now senseless repetition
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IN OLD AGE/ A SUDDEN AFTERNOON HAPPINESS
In old age
A sudden afternoon happiness
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WHO TO BLAME BUT MYSELF?
Who to blame but myself?
I did not even know
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