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[richie08]

I have
not written
poetry to soften the fall,
caring not for lovers
breaking a suitor’s
uncouth hands.

I have not
written poetry to inspire
the mob, should
revolution prove us
failure again.

I have not written
poetry to elate the heart
for it to sink
once more.

I have not written poetry
only this: labors
of a silly idea
that I could confine your stride
to syntax, your grace
with grammar, your song
in unmelodious prose.

Thus, I have given up
because words will
not mediate
your beauty.

That,
or I am
a very lazy man.