POETRY IS THE BEST EXCUSE

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Poetry is the best excuse

Not to be serious about anything,

Not to be anything. When poetry asks,

It importunes nothing, it doesn’t care

If you come, or if you come and don’t dance.

When you arrive, and sit in the corner,

You find me watching you,

And you are thrilled to know

I want your secrets; if not now, later,

Or immediately, or you already did

Spill them, even as your lover hid.

 

Is it possible your lover, who shames you

By loving you—as she blames you—

Hates you, with a wink—as you feel great—

Can hate you with such love?

Can love you with such hate?

Yes, my secret police of poetry,

You already know your lonely need to talk

Destroys poetry.

Your mind has no authority.

Beautiful evening. Will you take a walk?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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1 Comment

  1. Mr. Woo said,

    June 14, 2016 at 11:50 pm

    Yes.

    “Poetry is the best excuse
    Not to be serious about anything,
    Not to be anything.”

    Beautiful poem, this.


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