16 MARCH 1962, Page 19

An Answer

Repair your struck senses Within the limit of memory.

Return the strict laws And comparisons. Once let Shot nerve ends dictate A future and you've had it.

Talk I not unwisely ignore.

A sane jurisdiction never Affirmed my first confusion Of skin touching my skin

Or lips assuming mine. I let

My course become itself; I try. to answer first-sighted Love with my own urgency And not with caution.

twain WILLIAMS