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