robert dickerson


Beginnings (Cont) A Bus Poem - Poem by robert dickerson

Getting born was the easiest thing you ever did
the rest of the game is uphill all the way-
so many fine and lovely notions cracked
by the bow-splitting storms that howl at the midst of things:
Schubert never finished his finest symphony
Leonardo couldn't seem to get a picture done
Mike Angelo himself left a few things in the rough
and, even this poem, remarkably easy to start
can't decide, as yet, just how to end,
or, like the paradise bird, just how to land.
Thus, as this bus lurches testily to a stop
I cease my cloudy morning revery.
Sorry' dear Goethe, you wisdom is, well, sublime-
your cushion on Parnassus doubtless secure
but in this case, at least, you err, I'm sure:
not even Goethe can be right all the time!


Comments about Beginnings (Cont) A Bus Poem by robert dickerson

  • (3/31/2011 11:31:00 PM)


    very fun read i love the tone and theme good poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2010



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