Early on posthumous poet
Shrieked in a prose closet,
A still bird to think in poem.
God’s sake, you stay quiet.
You’ll do your poetry thing,
Upon the mind’s free wing.
(On reading Emily Dickinson’s poem They Shut Me Up In Prose)
Early on posthumous poet
Shrieked in a prose closet,
A still bird to think in poem.
God’s sake, you stay quiet.
You’ll do your poetry thing,
Upon the mind’s free wing.
(On reading Emily Dickinson’s poem They Shut Me Up In Prose)
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