Len Webster


Younger Writers - Poem by Len Webster

I sat opposite Christopher Isherwood in the Santa Monica home
where he lived with his artist-friend, Don.
Wondering aloud what good, young writers were coming along,
he mentioned Richard Brautigan.

They died within a couple of years of each other,
when Isherwood was an older writer,
Brautigan a younger writer,
and me just totally unknown.

It's no comfort to know
that in a hundred years
we'll all be equal.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011


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