Love your self's self where it lives.  
  There is no special God to refer to; or if there is,  
  why did I let you grow  
  in another place. You did not know my voice  
  when I came back to call. All the superlatives  
  of tomorrow's white tree and mistletoe  
  will not help you know the holidays you had to miss.
"The Double Image" - To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960)























