Friday, January 26, 2024

Poets in a Blender

 


I think my barbaric yawp can sound

not only on Walden’s Pond,

in a metro, or

beside a red wheelbarrow, but can also sound by a mended wall,

near a road less travelled, and even in front of Herbert’s altar.

Nameless here and evermore one of Emily’s grand nobodies.

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