(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)


Possessed with the idea of love
Romance and ritual hard to discern
Faith is belief in the unseen
Seen is all held mirror to inner eye
Sky above and earth below
No love is pure than the destiny
Not one love but many
Like bee to each flower
Freedom from gallows is naught
Freedom of mind is freedom sweet
All the four freedoms are freedoms more
Freedom to think and imagine too
Freedom of all is freedom of self


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It is a very heart touching poem. i enjoyed very much
Love the poem, it has a very strong meaning
The assonance of this poem is really hard.
At least 2 very beautiful stanzas yet over all a great flow.