SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

I Lost The Poem In Its Complexity

I lost the poem in its complexity
There was too much of it-
And in too great disorder
The purity of its feeling lost
In my changes of mood-

I lost the poem
And could not make it right-
And regretted losing
What I wanted to say in it.

I lost the poem,
A minor loss

There are and will be other poems-
Life has far greater losses than a poem-
A poem can be replaced by other poems,
Greater losses have no replacement at all.

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