Who are my mates
let's start with Keats
in my youth
searching for beauty
and truth,
Then adolescence awakes
and all is well
for William Blake,
a marriage
of heaven and Hell,
All those sirens
of ancient Odyssey's hero
in David's environs
languages of miracles
never ages
from Zion until Nero,
Who are my mates
with lyrical creation
Byron, Pushkin, Yeats
no one has forgotten
the Russians
the Russians
or Eliot and Auden
with musical meditation
with musical meditation
they taught us a modern
yet still life sought vocation.
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