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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

George Freek

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I Stop To Ponder

(After Tu Fu)

Between the black sky
and the elm leaves something is missing,
if I only knew what it was.
Still a change in the weather
will never change my life.
An apple falls like a drunken gymnast,
and a raw wind howls.
One second trips over the next,
and I stagger towards nothing,
like a man rolling out of a dream:
a dream filled with common shadows,
in a geography of common spaces,
and common stars with ordinary faces.
and blind men and blind women,
dancing blindly in ordinary places.