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I am a new member. I am trying to find the full text of this Eberhart Poem with the following 'stanza':
'If I could only live at the pitch that is near madness when
everything is as it was in my childhood violent, vivid,
and of infinite possibility.'
- Richard Eberhart
Any help or direction would be appreciated.
Yours for a free society
I stood out in the open cold To see the essence of the eclipse Which was its perfect darkness. I stood in the cold on the porch And could not think of anything so perfect As mans hope of light in the face of darkness.