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Arnold Klein

Love, again still,
But like the note that sympathetic strings, till then still,

Start to hum to,
Your beauty is the thrill your sitter must succumb to:

Shall I woo touch?
To sympathetic strings, the thrills from strings hands do touch

Must transmit cross
An interspace – so what makes closing this we sit cross

Seem so urgent?
Don’t painters stand well back from the motifs emergent

On their panels?
And, careless as he is through which, of many channels,

Any phasis
Of beauty thrills the poet, if I had a basis

To prefer one,
Love, would it surprise you were that chosen were one

You so surcharge
That seeing thrills; and space suffices to transfer charge?