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Show OF DISTANCES I t i s too far across the broken valley, the bind of road, the rock-strewn h i l l and gully for me to come to you as once I came to touch your hand, your l i p s , to speak your name and find again your garden-path to dally: your words. Here standing in a dusty alley I see the distance plain as any Dali painted, with time gone limp and love gone lame. I t is too far? No, not for me! (And yet- l o s t , lovely folly- have we grown past the flicker and the flame?) ...You fold into your evening chair, and seem to murmur, only the wind may cross that valley. I t i s too far. |