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quietly, with reverance, in awe
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
and how could you dream of meeting
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
often i think of the beautiful town
to some the fat gods
i reside at table mountain
if i were very sure
i said, i have shut my heart
i saw him once before
softly weeping
i see all human wits
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i cannot always feel his greatness

 



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