new friends from the time of old
such a joy in me you stoke!
friends returned from my forgone past
so sweet seeing again your faces bright:
wrought as they are with unspeakable beauty
& ringed with the facts of a bitter-sweetness
& etched with the lines of a worldly-wiseness.
friends from the days of old
friends from ages past
now you touch my soul
with the flights of your feathery presence
akin to the hoary charge, ceaseless, of a cataract
whose roar alone would unman the fainthearted!
old friends anew
the wings of your artless candour
enliven these staid buds of my youth
& I sense in the vintage of our electric reunion
the hands of vision, of fate
for I taste on the lip of this frothy gourd of time regained
the renewed wine of pleasant recalls
also, the curdle of long-fermented ones
& all the tongues that have gone before!