To My Student Who Wears God on a Chain
Of ancient wood and nails won't do
Much longer. As the class demands
Ideas. I see your smile come
And go, your forehead clench,
Unclench, relax. Relax. How
Tired you must now be, gold
Chain catching the light; silver
Ring, my glance. Can your long hair
Hide the light for me? For you?
Coming to peace is long, and
You must know: such a hanging weight
Pulls us all head-first down.
This was one of Stephen's poems. It was the first poem that I noticed, and it seemed to talk about things that resonated with me. As a young man I understood about obsession.
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