words echo
stirring dust
causing shadows
to move on walls
of memory
words echo
stirring dust
causing shadows
to move on walls
of memory
We are all just babes in the woods.
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What is the T.S. Eliot reference? I’ve read him but can’t conjure the connection.
I don’t have my collection of his poetry here but do a search on this blog and the segment of his poem that inspires mine will appear.
To what purpose.. clearly love
Well, the memory of love anyway.
Poets shouldn’t be fatalistic. Doesn’t make sense given the poetic project. My bias, I suppose.