Dothnie, a Reprise
Someone read Omar Khayyam today
I shuddered and wiped a tear away
But could not resist the memory then
You and I together reading him, friend
It was you who first told me I am good
And read excitedly the volumed page
I watched you, but never understood
What about my poems was such a rage
O someone read Omar Khayyam today
And sorrow like us walking along the bay
Came up in sprays of pain and drifted on
My lost forgotten love, my high horizon.
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