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If You Choose To Cry
Beyond the pale of
the fingertips
and
love’s drowsiness
there
is a stream known to each
yet
waded by few.
I speak not of
castles in Spain
nor
of current chariots;
the
land of subterranean flow—
toads
in the company of lilies.
The main gate is
called MOMENT;
Goethe described it—
moment
please stay
you
are so beautiful.
A few poets visited
regularly:
Rilke,
Lawrence, Keats
and
some waded at its source:
Homer, Villon, Rimbaud.
Passing through the
right gate
a
peace of belonging awaits
as
one departs from familiars
to
arrive at foreign familiars.
Unencumbered one sits
holding
the
hand of the toad as the
lily
smiles in the bourn
of
the nightingales.
If you cry you cannot
remain
as
this stream has no tears;
artist-poet
cry for those
who
never sat by their stream.
J.L. Kubicek
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