One Afternoon

I sat upon a window-seat.
“Sit here.” I squatted at his feet.

“I could not see you for the light.”
Sun shone that day with solstice might.

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At the feet of the master, I
was held, eye by glistening eye.

Seventy-five spoke; twenty-five
listened; poetry came alive:

“The thinking heart; the feeling mind.”
“Delight and wisdom.” All in kind.

Flown, fifty-five years—flown, not lost,
that afternoon with Robert Frost.


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