The old guy put down his beer
Son, he said, (and a girl came over to the table where we were: asked us by Jack Christ to buy her a drink
) Son,
I am going to tell you something The like of which nobody was ever told
All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:
Men say they know many things;
But lo
they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
Know,
Celia, since thou art so proud,'Twas I that gave thee thy renown
Thou hadst in the forgotten
Of common beauties lived
You know where you did despise (Tother day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things, of little Size, You know where
You, tis true, have fine black eyes, Taper legs, and tempting Thighs, Yet what more than all we prize ...
I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might
And I would have to gaze on all your
I don't Know if history repeats
But I do know that you don't
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
If he could know my songs are all for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening glow,
Would he not smile and think it but a whim,
If he could know
I know,
I
How much it hurts, this
With no faith nor
Those who always know what’s bestarea universal pest