Too Much has Resisted Us

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i have been thinking of the long arms of peasant girls,of cold streams where the sun washes up on the sand.of far-away places, things i might love,

of the town where i was born, its long streetsclimbing the dusk hill, of the young girls in thearms of boys, suspended in the thin lightof street lamps. i have thought of june wind outsidethe town filling the cypress, running down tall vinesof the full stars, of my feet on the peebles of deserted roads.

i have thought of these things, & my heart is on firefor them. a man goes to these places& decides for himself which way thesun shall fall on his eyes.

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco