Still Lost Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Still Lost



Though great were Joyce's writings,
—his preference was to sing

Irish ballads and Welsh folk songs,
his raucous nights to bring

With transience his dearest Muse,
words speaking for themselves

His truth to roar from greater depths,
—still lost within himself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)

Saturday, April 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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