In The Grass

Poem By Hamlin Garland

My heart, which lives
its own laws
cannot bear to talk
with my fine Zimbabwean friend
when he comes to Britain
about 'the situation'

my heart wishes only
to be in the presence
of a fine man
and to feel myself
a fine man
in his presence

together we are human
and there is no

(for Taylor)

Comments about In The Grass

The complete absence of the 'despite....' is also the key to the absence of the 'spite'. I enjoy this sensible, emotioally-observant musing M. t x

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