“Legacy,” New Era, Mar. 1982, 51
Legacy
When the twilight fades and when my hurried day
is just an echo in the hills of time,
what will remain of all I tried to say:
the lancet prose, the anesthetic rhyme,
and probing drama? Well, perhaps just this:
a word of silence, one heart-rendered song,
and now, as ever since life’s genesis,
the timeless cry of art that was too long.