Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 39,603 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Xxvii: Baudelaire - Poem by Douglas Scotney

His mother would claim
she knew he was a poet
right from the start.
'That is why I hate you,
not the tedium of motherhood.'

That might be true,
since whatever she did
to disillusion him
and make him fit
to live in a world of bored mothers
didn't work.

When even those he liked
treated him horribly
for his happiness,
he distinguished suffering
over the pride of man.

Comments about B: Xxvii: Baudelaire by Douglas Scotney

  • Diane Hine (1/21/2013 6:00:00 AM)

    I wonder how much influence she had on his subsequent fame. Nice irony! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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