The Price Poem by Barry Middleton
The Price
must I grow mad for poetry
madness past its prime
can older men go crazy
and buy asylum time
late I come to scholarship
to find my poets jailed
lazy students never rise
to bring the heroes bail
starry night delirium
insanity or ruse
are then a crazed prelude
to devotion of the muse
for mad poets consecrate
beyond the touch of reason
the query of the universe
the frenzy of a season
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5/11/2024 5:15:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you can include myself i drift goal oriented in the sailboat of time and symbols with only my five senses at the helm. others words as passengers who come and go giving my goals a gentle nudge towards the delta.
I was thinking of all the mad poets but especially Pound. Thanks for reading and commenting.