My word, that guy could really write,
He knew what words to use,
Yes, even if he took all night
And day in what he'd choose...
He wouldn't let a line go by
Without some fancy phrase,
For he'd got those in full supply
And thus was met with praise!
Like Oscar Wilde, he fooled around,
With puns that punished folks,
So quotes from him are always found,
From wisecracks, insults, jokes...
And yet romance would rise again,
As if to play its part,
To prove he wrote like other men,
Devotions from the heart...
Yet when he wrote a hymn or two,
He really gave his best,
As if to state God's point of view,
Yet more than we'd have guessed...
The eloquence that he then shared
Transcended all before,
The like of which can't be compared,
The like none could ignore...
Denis Martindale October 2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem