Dead Idols
Talking to one of my fellow classmates, she says
She saw one of her favorite poets the other day
at the museum.
I reply, "I envy you.
You get to meet your favorite poet in person;
All my idols are dead."
Dead Idols
Talking to one of my fellow classmates, she says
She saw one of her favorite poets the other day
at the museum.
I reply, "I envy you.
You get to meet your favorite poet in person;
All my idols are dead."
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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You and Me | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
It Will Be Summer Soon | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Fairy Spring | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Dead Idols | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Bird of Prey | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Envy | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Derail | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Afternoon with Mrs. Sanders | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
Bride from the Spring | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
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