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Evaluation
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I would trade all my published books and paltry fame
For an afternoon spent with you
Drinking tea and chewing on cucumber sandwiches.
There is so much to talk about.
Twenty years of trouble and travel;
Your children, my cats.
My studies with the doctors
And the slow collapse of my body and mind,
There is no poetry left in me.
And how you must have prospered
Secure in your station,
A professor's wife.
You always made the right decisions,
For yourself;
To me you were always wrong.
Yet then I had nothing to offer
But the electric gleam of magic,
You were a staid soul.
I explode people's minds, like yours.
Just remember it was all done for you,
I want you to live forever.
We are linked 'til the end of time.

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Douglas Clark
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Copyright © Douglas Clark
March 1996

...a poem in this room by Hillary Joyce...
flowers, all my life only flowers...
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