I don’t know that this needed to be a poem, but I liked it anyway.

C.K. Williams, “Repression”:

More and more lately, as, not even minding the slippages yet, the aches and sad softenings,
I settle into my other years, I notice how many of what I once thought were evidences of repression,
sexual or otherwise, now seem, in other people anyway, to be varieties of dignity, withholding, tact…

–there’s more which you can find on the google

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