Poem

I wrote a poem in the dark of night, which, when I look at it now, seems a summary of my life. If so, I hold my head high.


One Love


On earth the vessel bears the fire
and is made beautiful with the fire
and there is no fire but what the vessel bears

I have had one love.
That I had to seek him through the bar rooms
and black alleys, through the thousands and their dust,
lies at God’s door.
That I have spoken of him with a tongue of flame
and broken rose and rose in fullness, lies at mine.