We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

23.7.24

Let the poems ...


Let the poems come to you,

not you chase them.


Not how I’ve played it

all these years 

following prompts. 


If, would they be 

fewer but better? 


(But he didn’t say how

the poems might come.)







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