RIC S. BASTASA
From An Indiscriminate Green Author - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
And does the heart grow old? You know
In the indiscriminate green
Of summer or in earliest snow
A landscape is another scene,
Inchoate and anonymous,
And every rock and bush and drift
As our affections alter us
Will alter with the season's shift.
So love by love we come at last,
As through the exclusions of a rhyme,
Or the exaction of a past,
To the simplicity of time,
The antiquity of grace, where yet
We live in terror and delight
With love as quiet as regret
And love like anger in the night.
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