Ringley, Richard

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MANUSCRIPTS 19The angel foresees, is moved, but you aloofWill not move to a music beyond your sphereNor pity your private star as inferior, silent;You wait, strung, the full sou nding of grief.If only Who chose so well had chose other,The womb prolific, the eyes public for tears,Bearing children and loss as usual traffic;I could not hurt you then. Forgive me, mother.Thomas Carlyle, speaking of Bobbie Burns, once wrote that "apoet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility." RoyMarz's work as teacher and writer reinforces the point. He is a rarespirit, our poet long in residence at Butler, for whom the esthetic ex-perience was and is indeed a "form of contemplation, a loving attentionto" the qualities of things, whether remote or under foot andoverlooked. His poems are part of the memorable creations of theloving human spirit.May 1976TO KATHYRichard RingleyBetter never tell her thatthe funny man in the blue hatsmoking Winston cigarettesis reading The Biblelooking for loopholestrying to slip throughHeaven with a sack of rum.Passport stamped by the church constabularyonly cost me four "Hail Mary's."Better yetThere are no duties.

To Kathy

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