Poets

My mind is the mind of poets They comprehend my ill Yet—ah—my faltering artistry Falls far behind them still   There burned a familiar pathos There pierced a familiar thorn There thrilled a familiar fancy In those who penned before   Still beckoning from their pages So eloquent the lines Whose tones like silk and … Continue reading Poets

A Poetry Debut

The artist, with her palette case Stood in the city square Her skirt reached to the cobblestones Her slender arms were bare And sprinkled round her naked feet Were colors of the rain Where she lingered in the twilight And before the dawn she came Not a shadow of pretension Issued from her steady gaze … Continue reading A Poetry Debut