How is it, you great ones, <br />when I read your poems <br />whether with <br />too quick an enchantment <br />or, impatient again, <br />almost giving up <br />in the care to know exactly <br />what you mean <br /> <br />that you are in the room with me <br />watching as I read <br />listening as I read <br />without judgment <br />watching, listening, <br />with the sublime detachment <br />of the immortal <br /> <br />while I, have learned <br />not to fear your judgment <br />not to be concerned <br />but just to read <br /> <br />in the radiance, the radiance <br />of your presence <br /> <br /> <br />(for Hugh Cobb who reminded me)<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0119-you-great-ones/
