Saturday, October 28, 2023

Makers of poem

Are they gods
these makers of poem?

Who take lines
in measure

And bestow
upon some,
pleasure.?

Are they always
of lofty thought?

While such as I
bungle simple metre

Do they shake
their ponderous heads,

When I try to do better?

12/17/10

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