I suspect, or I even think, that this is the best stimulus of all.
Why so?
Well, poetry, I know it well, it's been around me for many years, but fear,
my, I know that even better. It is my dark intimate, my lonely companion. I
know it especially after the poem, after too the reasurrance of friendship,
and love, the comforts of feeling 'we'. Sometimes I reckon it chases me, but
that is an 'I' thought, unlike those I have when with friends, when laughter
can stand guard at the shadows.
But in poetry, in the stupid hopeless voices, that I love, sometimes I sense
fear trembling, itself at last afraid.
david bircumshaw
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