2) Avoid letting a doctor get you hooked on anything, my Readers!
3) Variations
1
There
is a certain strangeness
In
seeing that silver ship
Rush
across the sky
Over
these old trees,
Trees
that sought the sun
Before
an engine could
Propel
a man unto
The
place of his desire.
2
For
all those weeks I wait
And
I do not go walk
On
hills among the trees
That
outlived other loves
Long
before I loved you.
3
This
is no age for romance.
Morning
will not forget
One
green flash of light
As
your eyes set.
4
(You
dance so smooth and glide
Along
the quickest move
As
artless as the bird
That
sails between the trees
Upon
the old hill's side.)
5
The
bird has disappeared.
The
airplane's roar is gone.
The
trees remain alone.
Until
the hill is sheared
After
we all have flown.
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