poem in the ancient mode for you that was musical and had old words in it such as would never do in the academies you loved it and you said you did not know how to thank me and in truth this is a problem for who can ever be grateful enough for poetry but i said you thank me every day and every night wordlessly which you really do although again in truth it is a problem for how can life ever be consonant with spirit yet we are human and are naturally hungry for gratitude yes we need it and never have enough oh my dear i think these problems are always with us and in reality have no solutions except when we wash them away on salty tides of loving as we rock in the dark sure sea of our existence Anonymous submission.
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