The Endris Question - Poem by Leslie Philibert
Doubt is manifold,
the employment of a Bengali eyebrow,
clatter of a white-boned wrist with silver,
empty words cored of passion.
Doubt is universal,
the brushing of earth from a doll`s china face,
scratching of stone, running salt of departure,
the uncertainty of immortality.
But if you asked me about,
the fastening pulse of spring,
soft summer corn,
mild air of an autumnal evening
or the harshness of winter`s question
then I will beside you.
I say yes and yes and yet again yes.
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