Thanks, Ursula.
I finish editing these poems late at night, but I should take another look at
them in the morning before posting – and never do. The “At” beginning the
third from the last line in stanza three should be deleted.
Lawrence
From: lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On ;
Behalf Of Ursula Stange
Sent: Tuesday, June 12, 2018 7:48 AM
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Book Business
Thank you, Lawrence. Always so much to think about. Always the reverberations.
On Jun 12, 2018, at 12:49 AM, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
<mailto:lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > wrote:
I’ve run, dashing along
The sand, despite the
Wind’s hindrance. I’ve
Struggled, collapsing,
With mind buzzing
Feeling the end near
Even when young.
And the books: I tried
To read them all,
Running thoughts in
My head along the sand
And at home struggling
Through one after
The other. I dreamt
Of the World’s end
And that learning
Would be lost unless
I saved it. I watch
At Ben sleeping,
Legs kicking. Who
Is it watches me?
