The Beggar At The Door - Poem by Douglas Scotney
I may have to make a choice
between humanity, mystery and art.
If I ignore the existence of the giant
(as a supernatural issue) ,
instead of a tear as well,
the beggar at the door
is the ONLY necessary imperfection,
will I enjoy the feast inside the more?
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I bought a painting with a tear, one of those words of more than one meaning.
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