To A Modern Poet - Poem by Ndre Mjeda
Your road is good:
The Parcae are the ugliest faces
Of classical myths. You did not write of them,
But of stone slabs and of human brows
Covered in wrinkles, and of love.
Your verses are to be read in silence
And not before the microphone
Like those of other poets,
Though under seven layers of skin
Ice Though under seven layers of skin.
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