Along English Lines


I hear her speak the one language.
Can I find such poetry
to make a true response.
My muddled thoughts and limited wordstock 
I know for what they are.
Hearing my mystic name 
in a continual farewell
I wonder to what purpose.
My desire is to give an answer
in the one language.

 

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