Sonnet for someone I didnt know I was thinking about-- I Asked the Wise Women I asked the wise women why you never come to me in dreams. They said you were likely finished here. No more to accomplish. I wonder if I visit you in what there passes for dreams, I with nothing finished, so much unaccomplished, inquiring for you at the Gate, as though you had really not made up your mind. Let me hold you back no more than I did in life. Who learned the unread symbol, the face turned to the street noise better than I? I think if you turned on your slippered heels, one time, looked back and whispered–oh, anything I would understand– the difference would be made. How exquisite the brief night is, I would reply, rooted when the mysterious spirits begin to move, watching with outstretched hand at distance, so nothing might entangle, nothing complicate the way which, as you do not depart from it, must be so beautiful.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 22:50:25 +0000
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