Unwritten Registry

Each, for his own remembering,

has a list Of lovely things, and yours may be unlike

Mine as the day from night:

a river kissed By sun is in my own,

a flaming spike Of hollyhocks may be in yours,

a flaming spike Of hollyhocks may be in yours,

Heaps of Bangles

while snow,

Light-swirling but persistent,

Is as fair To me as music.

Some bangles suit for the girl s wrists

is as fair To me as music.

You have hours that glow jewel like and exquisite,

and I have Rare mornings

afternoons

and midnights, too

Youve loved a city you cannot forget,

You ve loved a city you cannot forget, And I a hill and wood in April; you,

Youve loved a city you cannot forget,

And I a hill

and wood in April; You,

And yet

My list is strangely similar to yours:

My list is strangely similar to yours:

Each warms the heart ,

and comforts,

and endures.

and endures.