Have you
ever stopped—?
the
brave timid poet asked
—because
you did not like : who you saw?
She
looked at him sideways
with an
uplifted chin.
No : Putting
her body into it;
kind but
firm.
Fierce
Mark
Doty said : Brave.
Generous,
I said
at the
same time.
Have you
ever stopped—?
The young
eager poet asked bravely
—for any
reason : at all?
She
looked at him squarely.
The melancholy
poet stops writing;
the inspired
poet stops singing;
shuns
her own voice : shuns the body.
Do you
read your father’s poems—
differently? the old poet asked.
Yes, she
said.
We had to write about that reading! what was up with that last question, so weird.
ReplyDeleteHa! I know!
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