Emily, your words breathe fire.
From simple words to grand designs-
Heaven drops, sweet nectar.
I propose a promise
To wear your words there
In a secret crevice
Where the Holly springs.
Weakly worn, slovenly tied.
I hold out my tattered offering
To fill the tired places
In both you and I.
Who knows, perhaps,
I'll meet you there
At that place where
Poets retire.
I think this poem does Emily proud. A wonderful tribute to a wonderful poet. Hugs Anna xxx
a beautifully written tribute to one of my very favourit poets. Thank you.
ED is one of my favourite poets too. i really like your style Charlotte.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent tribute. Well done!