Saturday, May 22, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Go ahead,”
he said,
“read your
long poem.
I can take
a snooze.”
*
“Left to themselves,
rivers and poets
have wandering souls.”
*
“The roughness of God,”
the poet said, “is
my kind of wisdom.
Batter me, Lord.”
