I WONDER WHERE WE ARE
I wonder where we are
And why we are.
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EVERYTHING SADDENS ME
Everything saddens me
Even the sound of the sea.
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I WALK AND I AM A POEM
I walk and I am a poem
And the poem is me
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THE POEMS ARE ALL I HAVE NOW
The poems are all I have now-
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TWO POEMS ON ONE MORNING WALK BACK FROM SHUL
GOD I AM AFRAID OF MY LIFE NOW
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DO I REMEMBER WHAT A POEM IS?
Do I remember what a poem is?
Did I ever really know?
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A POEM CAN BE WRITTEN SO EARLY
A poem can be written so early
That even the morning light
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NOTHING IS DONE / THE MORNING GOES PAST
Nothing is done
The morning goes past
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BOREDOM IS DEATH'S LUXURY
Boredom is Death's Luxury,
The idle wasting of an idle life.
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