Robyn sent me a poem by Kenneth Fearing (1902-1961) called Love 20¢
the First Quarter Mile. I’m not sure why it struck such a chord with me, but this is the kind of poetry that I love best. The first stanza:
All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a
few pronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, and
possibly forgotten to tag the bases here or there,
And damned your extravagance, and maligned your tastes,
and libeled your relatives, and slandered a few of your
friends, O. K. ,
Nevertheless, come back.
You can read the whole thing here.