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Risa Bear
Who appeared
least concerned
longest stayed.
It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,
It will live on
In all my songs for you
When I am gone.
From death of star to new star’s birth,
This ache of limb, this throb of head,
This sweaty shop, this smell of earth,
For this we pray, “Give daily bread.”
Then tenuous with dreams the night,
The feel of soft brown hands in mine,
Strength from your lips for one more fight:
Bread’s not so dry when dipped in wine.
Let it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out
till all the answers are made, the last dollar spent
and the last blood gone.
Time runs with an ax and a hammer, time slides down
the hallways with a pass-key and a master-key,
and time gets by, time wins.
Let the love of this hour go on ; let all the oaths and
children and people of this love be clean as a
washed stone under a waterfall in the sun.
Time is a young man with ballplayer legs, time runs
a winning race against life and the clocks, time
tickles with rust and spots.
Let love go on ; the heartbeats are measured out with
a measuring glass, so many apiece to gamble with,
to use and spend and reckon ; let love go on.
O PITYING heart be strong!
Our load is heavy and the road is long.
And there is little light to cheer our day
And little kindness on the mourner's way.