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Found on a memorial plate in St. Phillips cemetery, Garrison, NY

----Catherine Heuston Ghiselin----

O hand unclasped of unbeholden friend

For thee the no fruits to pluck, no palms for winning,

No triumphs and no labor and no lust,

Only dead yew leaves and a little dust.

Sleep and have sleep for light.

Are the fruits gray like dust, or red like blood?

Are there flowers

At all, or any fruit?

.

1911-1980

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from a TLS review by William Logan, describing the poetry describing the apprentice poetry of Lawrence Durrell: --" lyrical afflatus of a blowhard."

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I am a champion balancing act of the world and can now feel the cosmic conflict pulling part of me into the imaginal and spiritual realm as another part of me crashes into the side of the mountain and must deal with the very real parameters of the physical world. Although I may idealize the situation, yet it is important for me to try to see things as they truly are.