Us Verse, After Auden Poem by Michael Burch

Us Verse, After Auden



"Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful."

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less taxing fears;
it cannot make us, several, a nation.
Enumerator of our sins and dreams,
it pens its cryptic numbers, and it sings,
a little quaintly, of the ways of love.
(It seems of little use for lesser things.)

Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: verse
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Originally published by The Raintown Review
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