I
have but to sit, and to sit still
And
it comes – that which will bring
The
words that appear so quickly
Upon
my blank page –
And
in patience exercised only for
A
moment before I hear the inner word
That
comes in my believing broken heart
And
I write it down
And
if they gnash their teeth at me again
For
the ‘arrogance’ they see in me
I
will not know it, I am not among them
I
am vanished away.
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