The Poet Poem by Seth Diamond
The Poet
The Poet
I sing songs to memories.
Some tunes triumphant,
like the pirate king.
Others be useless to bear.
Poems are effigies
from reductions from shadows.
But sometimes the hand
is blessed by miracle.
And the verse more,
perfect, proper, and true -
than any of you.
Far more true than the sun.
Even more true than death.
That poem moves the world.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poet
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