Wither the yellow pine
yonder stands,
the stream sweeps
by
the field and fire, the fire still
trembling with heat
from seared pages
of pretension
passion
and foundering Liberty.
Exile sits with
a hungry jaw and the snap of cold white winter in his eyes;
the furrows
stand
in shadow upon his brows.
His head bows with
wondering
troubling thought.
And golden, stands the thin light
of Dawn
against the tree;
while the eyes of the Exile are far away dreaming
of black soil
butterflies
and Octobers past.















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--United Nations Secretary-General U Thant
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