Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

I Am Open - Poem by Anthony Weir

like a wound
that smiles
and kisses with
its tender edges
knives & rags
and flies & thorny hedges.

Beggars
are
the only
heroes.

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  • (5/6/2006 5:24:00 AM)


    I sincerely liked this. A poem of certainly no equivocation; this is the truth, the Truth, occupying this poem, wholly and wonderfully. Cheers, BWF. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006



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