Frederick Kesner Poems

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'Why are our lives so pegged
on tests and calibrations....? '

I wondered one day at lab:
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On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkled with a liquid flame.
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squashed cabbage leaves,
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and out of the sombre light
a quiet entrance he makes-
a poet in whom life is not so much delight
as it is the unfolding of self amid the pain.
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