A Poetry Post Page - on 'The Beckoning'

Poetry by Robert Watson

Added 24 January 1999

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This poem is by Robert Watson


If I am anything,
then, I am mysterious

Hidden beneath these layers,
Thick with meaning.

Running so deep,
that no sun
Nor hands of wind can reach,
Nor mere hand of love.
Well meaning
But ignorant of the course
I seek,
In directions I do not see,
With meanings,
I do not understand,
And songs I cannot sing.