Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, May 3, 2018

5.3

What right have I to write poetry? I have not studied its greatest works. I have not dissected the choices of its finest minds. I have not practiced its forms. Yet, in brief: I write, the right rights or wrongs left undone, a tapestry woven tight and bound with song.

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