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Two 'Anamnesis' poems

Poem 2

There is a beauty we live for
that never leaves us
however we may abandon it
in careless indifference
faithless, ignorant

and in the shield that encases our hearts
cynical, street-and-worldly wordy wise

But it breaks in: we long for it
in its eros of images and it streams out
in that wailing saxophone, in a violin
rising exquisitely pained...

and it is all there is
in your face, freed to itself
with its glow like gold
to bring us back to what we know
inside our skin
where the beauty within
echoes to its own

being the true healing

here, and as far as the stars reach
into the other worlds.

Jay Ramsay