Famous cities and the crowds
Those swirl through their glowing nights.
I loved remote horizons with far clouds
Girdled, and fringed about heights.
I loved men, their sweet ways
Of wearing among hands that desire and implore.
The rose bloom at the rainbow's base
That bounds the world's desire and all its need.
Natural world whose fruitfulness
Embraces every vision the most fair,
Of perfect blessing.
From a girl I gloated on existence.
Earth to me seemed sufficient
One trembling opportunity for joy.
23 jJAN 1979 JA
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