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Old Age

A POEM

By Anne Keith | November 1983

Accept the wind —

Insanity would fight it now.

It is no angel to be wrestled with.

Accept the wind —

Exalting in the ripping off of color

from the trees.

It deals in stripping and revealing

nakedness.

Accept the wind —

The time has come for seeing

Trunk, and limb, and twig.

Accept it with great joy

Knowing that God appointed sap

To rise again.

The Elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water

What death hangs heavy on the brow of Earth,

What dust lines forehead, dulls the…

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —

In counting out…

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…