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FOR ARGÜELLES AT 82










                  The writer's trajectory is not towards "self expression" but
                   towards the creation of "the uncreated conscience of my
                                                    race"



                 So you're 82
                            I remember your mirror, Joe,

                 (Are you eighty too?)
                            And the Joy between you
                 What an incredible lifeline!
                            And the surprising
                 I have seen

                            Fact that you, once “identical,” no longer looked
                 Something like forty
                            Very much alike.

                 Years of it.
                            Life changes us
                 However did we do it?
                            In all directions
                 Friends, and both poets.

                            But your voice—utterly unique, I thought—
                 We have prospered
                            Was also, and exactly, his.

                 But not necessarily locally.
                            Life leaves some things the same.
                 Have the local poetry papers
                            Today is the birthday
                 Ever mentioned your Madonna Septet

                             Of the live one
                 Or my Visions & Affiliations?
                            And the dead one



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