A Reading Poem by Erica Jong
A Reading
Rating: ★2.6
The old poet
with his face full of lines,
with iambs jumping in his hair like fleas,
with all the revisions of his body
unsaying him,
walks to the podium.
He is about to tell us
how he came to this.
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4/25/2024 10:32:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gorgeous, absolute and pure beauty, not on the superficial surface, rather at the depth, the soul. It is wonderful to find a spirit alive, after years of living trying to kill it. Live on, forever old poet...