Poets, And Others, As Hunters Poem by Robert Melliard
Poets, And Others, As Hunters
It doesn't really matter how it's done.
You could use paint or charcoal,
sculpture, prose or film.
One way or another
we try to tie life down
before it springs away or fades:
a futile noble cause.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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