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A favorite Poem......  

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11/9/2019 7:02 pm
A favorite Poem......

Greetings Sexual and Sensual Senior Sizzle's! There's a lot of "poetry" on our site by way of amazing flesh and artistic<b> photographs </font></b>and videos and blogs of all stripes....love the freedom we have here to be ourselves. I read an artistically written profile tonight and it reminded of favorite poem that I wanted share. I was turned onto it years ago in the , " Poems Set You Free" I'm not a big poetry guy but this poem was special. It talks about all the LAYERS in our lives of past and present relationships, and how deeply we are touched by them all as they come and go. And although sometimes there's lots of "garbage" and "litter" everywhere from our years of transitions, we don't LIVE on the LITTER but between those amazing LAYERS.

Peace, Vincent....

The Layers
By Stanley Kunitz

I have walked through many lives,
some of them own,
and I am not I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not stray.
When I behind,
as I am compelled
before I can gather strength
proceed on journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
of true affections,
and tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of friends,
those fell along the way,
bitterly stings .
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with will intact go
wherever I need go,
and every stone on the road
precious to .
In darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with changes.

Stanley Kunitz, "The Layers" from The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz. Copyright © 1978 by Stanley Kunitz. Reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.

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