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Only In Poetry

In the train

I read poetry: Rendra and Mayakovsky

Yet the words I hear are yours

Above the rhythm of the wheels.

I look outside:

Rice-fields and mountains

And a poem rises

From every bead of sweat

On the brow of the farmer

Throughtout his long and lonely day.

I know you know

That life drifts between heaven and earth

Adam was expelled from Paradise

Then searched for Eve.

The poet’s fate

Is to knock on door after door

And never find:  Restlessly


To Surrender to his situation.

In the valley I see your calm face.

From the valley your hand stretches forth.

In the train

I read poetry: submission to emotion

Which through the iron fingers of Time

Determines the path of Fate: stretching out

Into the realm of dreams which I shape to no avail.

I know.

You know.

In poetry

Everything is clear and definite.

Harry Aveling

Wishing you and those close to you much love this Valentines Day.



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