On Reading Vivekananda 1959

       On Reading Vivekananda

I talk but say nothing.

I’m drugged,

No light.

I write, still nothing:

No in-

No sight.

Frisky in babydom,

Frantic in youth,

Frenetic in aging

Are we without truth.

©On Reading Vivekananda 54? 59?

To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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