Summer 1984 • Vol. VI No. 3 Voices in American Poetry |

To Poetry

To the tune of An Die Musik by Schubert How often have I fled your gentle bondage to seek beyond the boundaries of art.You offered more than a discipline of language, but still I longed for another kind of voyage: through nocturnal ways of the heart. Determined to uncover what life was concealing,I hardly turned to you until despair had plunged me into depths of hopeless feeling—then unsought words came like tears, a gift of healing, and like a rescuer you were there. Whatever time is left to offer homage, the one important thing I have learned—No better way than accept your gentle bondage:My least effort devoted to your service has been a thousandfold returned.

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