If a man says half himself in the light, adroit Way a tune shakes into equilibrium, Or approximates to a note that never comes: Says half himself in the way two pencil-lines Flow to each other and softly separate, In the resolute way plane lifts and leaps from plane: Who knows what intimacies our eyes may shout, What evident secrets daily foreheads flaunt, What panes of glass conceal our beating hearts? Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 12 Feb 2012 9:10 AM | Viewed: 4463 times
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