He became isolated toward the end At least to outward appearance Losing a wife and then friend after friend
While immune to interference By conventional reality He made his own friends by poetry
If only from a distance still they were His lifeline at the last especially one Who kept him "sane" those years and without her More than he did he would have come undone
"When this you see remember me" he said "Halt die Ohren steif" she replied I know she will long after he is dead He loved her till the day he died
In that abstract and lonely way he had
She was the one who really knew how sad He was because (though she knew he was mad) I think she loved him just as he loved her As the perfect couple who never were
Stirrimg tale brishing the edges of the box breaking in and out with master strokes of the poet's brush. I think all poets border on the edge somewhat and all struggle with hanging on to our own lifelines.
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Hold on my mate....hold on tight!!
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