Consolatio by Robert Creeley

What’s gone is gone.
What’s lost is lost.

What’s felt as pulse–
what’s mind, what’s home.

Who’s here, where’s there–
what’s patience now.

What thought of all,
why echo it.

Now to begin–
Why fear the end.

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