Ecchoing Green Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ecchoing Green



Ecchoing Green

I take my daily potion
This is an addiction.

This time from Blake
His 'Ecchoing Green'.

I find me but lost
Something must wrong.

Do not get its rhyme
Neither its mean, nor time.

I seek, search and see
Many read it, and sing.

Nothing I find but to say:
'Get out you illiterate! '

Since all know it but me
Illiterate must be me.

Saturday, May 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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