Orphan

 

Morning, April, maples heavy with rain—

And before life has begun one thinks,

How a customary human mind starts up

Cold, still dark.

 

Last night I recalled

John Butler Yeats, the poet’s father,

A famous talker, a one man college,

Who taught his son to listen.

 

I wonder

Who taught me

About life after life?

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