Answer Poem by James Still

Answer

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This is the answer to all centuries
That spawn new life and grind it into dust.
This is the solved equation of the heart
Bound in arrogance between fettering rust
And pure white rage of Spring's late snow
When sap is high, when tender buds first start.

There are no final lines to mark the end
Of stern design in earth's geometry.
Firm angles crash, true circles wilt and fail
Before the whirling mass of all infinity.
Love that has paled and died in weary hope
Will rise from dust to reenact the tale.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 30 December 2015

Getting answers for all centuries with amazing span of life with love is definitely fantastic with this sharing.10

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James Still

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LaFayette, Alabama, USA
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