I found you so surprised <br />To find, that I do write. <br />Yes, e'en before the day <br />I laughed with you, <br />Over 'the silly poems <br />And cloying stories, <br />Of these our fervid times! ' <br /> <br />What else could I have done? <br />You would have thought me foolish, <br />Had I so much as hinted; <br />I sometimes spend the night, <br />Stargazing on the moon. <br /> <br />How shall I answer now <br />Your wide-eyed gape, <br />And make you understand? <br />You, who cannot even see <br />Moon fairies, lighting up my trees... <br /> <br />...for poets are fools <br />(or else are lesser gods!) <br />not meant to be understood. <br /> <br />May 1955 <br /> <br />Copyright 2008<br /><br />Lourdes Pena Goco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regrets-response/
