V. 2. / 110.) What He Gives And What I Have Are Same . . .

What he gives and what I have are same:

Sometimes, before I even had a thought

His thought was there for me,

To write it down, if I wished;

Before I even had an idea

His was there, waiting for me,

If I liked; and sometimes the words

That came to me were a middle

Or an end of a piece,

And the beginning came to me last;

Even the next day sometimes . . .

And it was as if I were spelling backwards.

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