When I look in the mirror
Who is there?
Shadow kisses, shadow love.
Time like glass.
Nobody but me
Can know the sorrow
That wrings me.
The lightning does not go out.
I wish I could be
The cherry
As spring comes on.
From the index of first lines in Kenneth Rexroth, New Poems (New Directions, 1974). Submitted by Howie Good.
Verbatim Poetry 