From a Notebook: Spanish Guitar

 

When I was too young 

To know better when the days went 

Unplanned and even the exquisite flowers 

Were nameless I knew  

To find the lutier’s house

Where Segovia shopped—

Where a thin light 

Lit the instruments 

And hinted of unplayed music. 

  

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