I was wondering if anybody knows the poem "The Escape from Youth", by Tony Lintermans? If so, I would be extremely grateful if they could post the poem below.

Thank you in advance.
Sorry, I can't offer anything else other than he writes under the name 'Anthony' sometimes. I'm having the same trouble trying to find the poem.

But, good luck with your exam!
The Escape from Youth

My fathers discipline closed me like a box.

A hardness hammered shut the lid.

For fifteen years, no matter what he did,

I was unreachable. Venom sealed the locks.

Neutral beauty kept my company. Walking

through neighbours’ cattle, from moving skies and trees

I learnt the slower, vaster intimacies.

Avoiding the world of men, I stopped talking.

except intensely to myself. Rumours

of happiness sometimes seeped outside the box.

‘Untrue!’ I howled, and double-checked the locks.

In the dark, poetry grew like a tumour.

When the poems were big enough to break

their way out, dragging me behind, I saw

my father’s face, more bitten than before,

a soft fist eaten by love, impossible to hate.

There is no forgiveness now, nor the need.

Silence bred rich fruits – a known self, those skies –

for which I thank my father. Amnesia lies

behind our peace. Neither of us dares to bleed

You probably don't need this anymore,

but for anyone who does, here it is!

xo
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I have a copy of the poem. Great poem. Do you still waqnt it?
The Escape From Youth

My father's discipline closed me like a box.

A hardness hammered shut the lid.

For fifteen years, no matter what he did,

I was unreachable. Venom sealed the locks.

Neutral beauty kept me company. Walking

through the neighbours' cattle, from moving skies and trees

I learnt the slower, vaster intimacies.

Avoiding the world of men, I stopped talking,

except intensely to myself. Rumours

of happiness sometimes seeped outside the box.

'Untrue!' I howled, and double-checked the locks.

In the dark, poetry grew like a tumour.

When the poems were big enough to break

their way out, dragging me behind, I saw

my father's face, more bitten than before,

a soft fist eaten by love, impossible to hate.

There is no forgiveness now, nor the need.

Silence bred rich fruits - a known self, those skies -

for which I thank my father. Amnesia lies

behind our peace. Neither of us dares to bleed.

Tony Lintermans

I'm sorry if this is too late for whatever you needed it for...
A brilliant poem and a gifted poet. I (sought out and) bought The Shed Manifesto .. paid a small amount extra for a copy which bore an inscription and signature. I hope the poet is alive and well, and still writing. KB (Brisbane .. Feb 2008)
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My father's discipline closed me like a box.

A hardness hammered shut the lid.

For fifteen years, no matter what he did,

I was unreachable. Venom sealed the locks.

Neutral beuty kept me company. Walking

through the neighbours' cattle, from moving skies and trees

I learnt the slower, vaster intimacies.

Avoiding the world of men, I stopped talking,

except intensely to myself. Rumours

of happiness sometimes seeped outside the box.

'Untrue!' I howled, and double-checked the locks.

In the dark, peotry grew like a tumour.

When the poems were big enough to break

their way out, dragging me behind, I saw

my father's face, more bitten then before,

a soft fist eaten by love, impossible to hate.

There is no forgiveness now, nor the need.

Silence bred rich fruits - a known self, those skies -

for which I thank my father. Amnesia lies

behind our peace. Neither of us dares to beeld.

Tony Lintermans

what is the poem about??????????????

could someone enlighten me please