A poet’s crown of thorns

A poet’s crown of thorns

Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have Triumphed over the ages despite their severity.   Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and Therefore, your kingdom has no ending. Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will Find concealed in it a budding...
The poet’s true task

The poet’s true task

Therefore he no more troubled the pool of silence. The figure a poem makes But put on mask and cloak, Strung a guitar And moved among the folk. Dancing they cried, ‘Ah, how our sober islands Are gay again, since this blind lyrical tramp Invaded the Fair!’   Under...