Unlike Yeats I waited,
Not rushing ahead
Until done. He, seeking
Readers, led a revolution
While I was a carrier driver’s
Load, dropping on docks
Still rendering kind. Looking
Time to time not deigning
Any boastful assertions. How
Else in good conscience arrive
On these shores having spent
Time on others? I can’t recall
How I got from there to here
My sister and her friend denied
Walking me back till I was
In the time I climbed derricks
And had battles with the like-
Minded in lots tall with weeds,
Home, contrary to what Wolfe
Asserted. His being common
Existence, mine being mind.
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