When anthologised
The poet’s work survives.
He dies.
But every pure thought
(And kink)
Is, forever caught
In ink.
Therefore, I think
That the poet, most wise
Ought to shrink
From being anthologised …
When anthologised
The poet’s work survives.
He dies.
But every pure thought
(And kink)
Is, forever caught
In ink.
Therefore, I think
That the poet, most wise
Ought to shrink
From being anthologised …
I’m not sure I agree with you this time. I suppose there are thoughts you don’t want published for evermore, though.
Thanks for your comments, Vivienne. My tongue was in my cheek (well at least partly so) when I wrote this. All the best. Kevin