THE GREEK GODDESS?
I knew her when in York,
she was from across the sea.
Aphrodite from the foam?
She wasn't all Greek to me.
The girl was a student
and an olive-beauty.
A goddess in the sun?
She wasn't all Greek to me.
Yes I knew her in York,
she was at the University.
We talked into the night.
She wasn't all Greek to me.
DANCING-TO-NATURE'S-
BLOWING-TUNE
Far from the cemented walls,
the brick and mortar of cemetries,
cast my dust on the green hills
or on grass 'tween the forest-trees.
Scatter my ashes along the shore
and let lap up the tonguing sea,
or throw them to the whistling wind,
for in tune with nature I am surely.
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