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50 LISTEN HERE Hewed in the granite years of yesterday, Water ofwisdom pooled in memory's spell. From this deep well, to which each one must go Alone ... alone return, she came back to us then The smile triumphant on her face-as though Tears never were ... would never be again. CICADA'S SONG from With Thorn and Stone: New and Selected Poems (1968) Above the crested waves of summer heat Cicada's needles dart unceasingly, Threading a strand of beaded notes complete And sparkling as a jeweled rosary, Along the Nile a thousand years ago, Sifting its sands, children would stop at play And root brown feet to hear this tremolo Of needles clicking-as I do today. And all who will may hold this jeweled strand And thread the maze ofvanished years to find That always-summer, ever-childhood land Within the meadow reaches of the mind Where golden moments float, untold, along Uncharted channels-timeless as this song. ...

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