Poetry Once Read.
Years of remembrance and poetry consumed in innocence
Auden, Poe, Yeats, Neruda, and others too
Bearing in mind an understanding of times, even places
Not lost, but no more perceived as word of graces
Lifting the spirits and enlarging the spaces
Like Dickenson’s narrow fellow in the grass
A time comes to encompass a greater, sweeter scope
And learn that truly that feathered thing is hope.
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