David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

le Retour - Poem by David McLansky

The bubbling words percolate,
Wondering where I've been of late,
Needing life in their expression,
Muted by my Art's regression;
And thus by Art's necessity,
I deposit my sad history;
Less than what I was before,
More paralyzed but tempered pure.


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  • Silver Star - 3,250 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (4/18/2014 1:41:00 AM)

    I get it, that's how it is. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 17, 2014


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