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