Compassion
A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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As aliens yearn
For the native land.
We still return
To the garden —
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Around our March balcony tonight
Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
Processional (upon seeing Dürer’s woodcut of Roswitha)
By Dürer’s hand, I saw her kneeling down
Before the Emperor: Roswitha — she
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