An Old Man Gives Birth
They come of their own accord--
they cannot be forced,
will not yield to demands,
entreaties, not even begging....
Why I ask,
on waking up after
a 35 year long nap,
did the poems again
begin dancing merrily in
my old, old head--
I might as well ask
why I am alive,
or why God likes
to hide His face ....
Old man that I am,
I am happy when
I give birth to them,
each near perfect
in my eyes--
lovely to behold:
a little bundle of joy
I want to share with
a very busy and very,
very confused world....
Forgive me, please, my parental pride
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