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athelindIn the late '80s, one of the numerous transit systems in the Bay Area had a cultural enrichment program, putting art and poetry in those overhead add slots on the bus. I believe some of the brief poems were actually commissioned for the program.
Around 1987, there was a poem that stuck with me, though I could only remember part of the first line (I'm pretty sure I wrote it down at some point, but I can't even find documents from a year ago, much less twenty-three).
Every few years, I do a Google search for it; this morning, I finally got a single hit. Alas, it remains uncredited:
Soft chains are most difficult to break: affection, ease.
If anyone can chase down the proper credits, I'd appreciate it (and so, I suspect, would the poet).
There will now, of course, be two Google hits for the opening line; odds are good that this post will be on top very quickly.
Around 1987, there was a poem that stuck with me, though I could only remember part of the first line (I'm pretty sure I wrote it down at some point, but I can't even find documents from a year ago, much less twenty-three).
Every few years, I do a Google search for it; this morning, I finally got a single hit. Alas, it remains uncredited:
Soft chains are most difficult to break: affection, ease.
The spirit, wide-eyed, limp-muscled; nestles on its side, and waits.
If anyone can chase down the proper credits, I'd appreciate it (and so, I suspect, would the poet).
There will now, of course, be two Google hits for the opening line; odds are good that this post will be on top very quickly.
