Friday, August 29, 2014

In Trust Comments

Rating: 4.7

You go from me
In June for months on end
To study equanimity
Among high trees alone;
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Dr Antony Theodore 24 May 2019

Beneath white hair your clear eyes still Are candid as the cat's fixed narrowing gaze —Its pale-blue incandescence In your room nowadays. a great poem. tony

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Melissa Patty 05 January 2016

Well written, thankyou for sharing

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Thom Gunn

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