The last bout of the night
two warriors would fight
with legends
now at hand
Feet and fists wrapped
their spirits attacked
and of their bodies
they would demand
Each kick got higher
as two hearts aspired
to what lay just beyond
their grasp
And as the referee sounded
over hearts that still pounded
only the best of each other
—had they asked
(Seoul Korea: August,1976)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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