Et voila!
Untitled #555 (#Great Poems)
I stare at the horribly nude page, knowing I
must find something earth-shattering, something significant to
say, and in a significantly earth-shattering way. Honestly,
this in no way scares me; it really
isn’t at all discouraging that, as
a writer, I have chosen to write in a
particularly difficult time - after all the
great poetry that has been written for centuries; isn’t my
poem, as solid as it seems it
is now, still good after the thousands of pearls before
it? Keats, Yeats, Hopkins, Plath…
Oh, that I could write even a fraction as
well…
mm
03/14/00
(95 words -- whee!)
I stare at the horribly nude page, knowing I
must find something earth-shattering, something significant to
say, and in a significantly earth-shattering way. Honestly,
this in no way scares me; it really
isn’t at all discouraging that, as
a writer, I have chosen to write in a
particularly difficult time - after all the
great poetry that has been written for centuries; isn’t my
poem, as solid as it seems it
is now, still good after the thousands of pearls before
it? Keats, Yeats, Hopkins, Plath…
Oh, that I could write even a fraction as
well…
mm
03/14/00
(95 words -- whee!)