To A. L. Gordon
Born 9/27/1862
In night-long days, in aeons
where all Time's nights are one;
where life and death sing paeans
as of Greeks and Galileans,
never begun or done;
where fate, the slow swooping condor,
comes glooming all the sky --
as you have pondered I ponder,
as you have wandered I wander,
as you have died, shall I die?
DayPoems Poem No. 905
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/905.html">To A. L. Gordon by Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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