(he) Art - Poem by Douglas Scotney
the appearance of a painting
overcomes the enigma of its content
locking it into (he) art.
the same goes for a sculpture
whether pyramid or rock.
a particular poem,
a cave of dripping words,
revealing what is (he) art.
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You