How is it, you great ones, br when I read your poems br whether with br too quick an enchantment br or, impatient again, br almost giving up br in the care to know exactly br what you mean br br that you are in the room with me br watching as I read br listening as I read br without judgment br watching, listening, br with the sublime detachment br of the immortal br br while I, have learned br not to fear your judgment br not to be concerned br but just to read br br in the radiance, the radiance br of your presence br br br (for Hugh Cobb who reminded me)br br Michael Shepherdbr br