Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

The Futility Of Trying To Communicate The Futility Of Communication - Poem by Anthony Weir

True poetry is to prose
not as dancing is to walking, but
as going on a pilgrimage is to
running for a bus.
There isn’t much of it around.

Truth is not a dancer, but a leper
at the gate beyond the honey, the money,
the glamour.
Truth is a stammer, not a song.
The world and all things wonderful
go wrong.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 5, 2006



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