4.28.2010

The Poet Considers The State Of Poetry

it is addressed thusly:
A riddle.
it reads:
I wrote today a thing
And I had declared it a poem
And as a poet, so it must be
To nothing else I cling; And if I were to cling
Unto my debts, what I owe then
Is precious things for free
What then might I bring?

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