To A. L. Gordon Poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To A. L. Gordon
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In night-long days, in aeons
where all Time's nights are one;
where life and death sing paeans
as of Greeks and Galileans,
never begun or done;
where fate, the slow swooping condor,
comes glooming all the sky --
as you have pondered I ponder,
as you have wandered I wander,
as you have died, shall I die?
Saturday, January 4, 2003
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