Monday, July 26

to my muse i direct this paean, in hope
that my mind can begin to grope
that pabulum which must shape the way a sculptor does,
who removes the excess that conceals the body, dross
that must be chiseled away from my mind
that in order to write, my form ai should find.
grant me smoothness of flow and rhyming words
and strength to cut away my weakness as by a sword.

No comments:

Post a Comment