August 2012
9 posts
Twigs
Neither music, fame, nor wealth, not even poetry itself, could provide consolation for life’s brevity, or the fact that King Lear is a mere eighty pages long and comes to an end, and for the thought that one might suffer greatly on account of a rebellious child.
My love for you is what’s magnificent, but I, you, and the others, most likely, are ordinary people.
My poem goes beyond poetry because...
