Another Last Poem
In the end, what
I wanted was
to make an end
of it – which may
be why I wrote
so many last
poems. They say
there are things thought
beyond being
said, say how, oh!
I would it and
cannot. They say
as if there were
something to say.
James L. Weil (1929 – 2006)
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