poem and such things

here be poem that speaks to me and maybe us all:

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BY JACK GILBERT

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Of course it was a disaster.
That unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.
Have been reading Bruce ‘Chatwin’s The Song Lines and The Anthe Anatomy of Restlessness and wondering if we want to meet for the really last time (so not tomorrow at 4, those who can, since I HAVE to be in something about Max Jacob at 6 and aanyway at 4:30 as we always have when we can) but ALSO on Monday the 19 at 4:30 to hear what we have all been doing and reading and thinking and pondering, oh, you know…
see you or some of you all domani, as in demain, as in mañanain ?tomorrow
m.a.

Mary Ann Caws