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To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (285)	12/19/1999 12:47:00 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Respond to of 1582

SOMETIMES THE SKY'S TOO BRIGHT Dylan Thomas Paraphrased by Leon Malinofsky Sometimes life seems too intense or precise Or has too much a profusion of images and things; And the faraway sun's too exacting To justify trying to express them. Why is my art too crude To better sculpt before me My horrid, usual works Of smiles more lifelike than truth, Of the effortlessness of the ineluctible love I wish to know is irrevocably upon me, but is not; Of my angelic, heavenly Muse whom attending does me ill While my body wanes? There is no stopping it. Put a smile In place of tears. The Muse's hurt remains; His speaking, my speaking him, uses me up. Sometimes a lover's heart is salty Or too full; I look within her heart And see that I don't see her so much as myself in her And then I think Perhaps the truth of her, of love, of life, is too intense for me to know or express; And so I watch the unfolding of my poetic art But don't fully understand it, And while I experience the pain of it I know I cannot do the undoable, so I do not ache.