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A Note to the Difficult One
W.S. Graham
This morning I am ready if you are, To hear you speaking in your new language. I think I am beginning to have nearly A way of writing down what it is I think You say. You enunciate very clearly Terrible words always just beyond me.
I stand in my vocabulary looking out Through my window of fine water ready To translate natural occurences Into something beyond any idea Of pleasure. The wisps of April fly With light messages to the lonely.
This morning I am ready if you are To speak. The early quick rains Of Spring are drenching the window-glass. Here in my words looking out I see your face speaking flying In a cloud wanting to say something.
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