An Irish Poet Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

An Irish Poet



Irish by choice,
the teachers did fail

Attacking my voice,
as a group to assail

The structures they hammered,
the forms they imposed

All lost to my whimsy
—whose words I then chose

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)

Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: ireland
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayatissa K. Liyanage 05 July 2016

What one is born with, is what one has to be and is. Teachers can only polish it up to a certain extent. Thanks for sharing.

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