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SadThomas McAfee

Youth and the Tragic View

At the age of thirty I found fewer defensive walls. Insecticide had killed the locusts But where were the trees? Where was the grass? One drink was my undoing. When the others at the party Came to ice a drink And said, "What are you doing out here?" I studied the kitchen sink And said I didn't know. The year that I was thirty All this happened. I called it my time of angst. Time has blooded my passionate youth, My clean despair.
ContemplativeThomas McAfee

To a Child

Little girl I see your wisdom What it is Inspection freshly Of the changing grass And here within Tired skin My sameness with each tree Congratulate you morning With a smile I am not yoked to Madness death Or even children In my wondering Or in my sadness, still I must admire
ContemplativeThomas McAfee

The Song of Painter X

My gift is gaining. Call it paradox. The thing I do not have, a yellow bird, I gladly give and gain it. I take it from a purple tree With purple boughs and leaves. Or take it from some oak so ordinary, Slanting towards the street, Not even birds remember it, Not even birds with bleached brown wings. But gained I give it up, Because the yellow bird was there And what I give I gain.

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