We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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15.8.18

Again


Again

Cannot grasp – 
four days
in tingling, numb happiness!

Now that you 
are with me once more,
can see me,
I find out my heart.

My fingers can be 
very calm in touch,
although deep with feeling.


 A cut-and-paste of two banal little pieces on different topics, which I've now discarded.