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May 2017
The reference books don't help.
What is the meaning of that poem?
They say it's for the reader to decide,
that means my problem's multiplied.

Those critics don't help,
more mysterious than the poet.
An ancient priesthood of pleasure,
keeping secrets from the mystified.

I should have read more widely in my youth.
A hard science and its appliance
did not prepare me for these truths.
But I do like the words,
still more their musical score.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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