The poem comes from a moment of clarity when you realize solitude by choice. In this solitude you find things (concrete and abstract) you've been looking for.
As I walk about, the sky is clear.
I feel no pain!
No voices speak to me...
My thoughts are dear,
My mind is clear-
I wish this for years;
Of joy,
Of laughter,
No sorrows I feel.
I cherish this time-
Come with me to this place...
Where forever is today.
Where memories are embraced-
Created to live forever.
Solitude of space;
Captive to no one.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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